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[Rikugan]

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Accustomed to it? Not necessarily-- forced to endure it was a more accurate explanation. Walking back to the front
counter, Ryn looked back in the direction of the woman and sighed shallowly.

"I have trouble sleeping, sometimes I don't." Holding his lips shut for a momentary passing, he caught a glimpse of
the crowd outside, which shuffled along searching for the best way to gain access to the festival. It was all a bit
frivolous to consider, the activities of the event. Getting your hair done, makeup touched up-- nails cleaned, it all
was some big circle of people who felt the need to look better than they already did. "I know what solitary people
look like, you're one of them. It's not a bad thing, just an observation." Smooth baritone vocals replied, gorgeous
gaze settling upon her again.

"Hatanaka, I hope you don't plan on using the pool today." Edgar interjected, visually pruning the paper before him
whilst he skimmed the various news-like happenstance of their town. "It says here that that group of guys vandalized
the property again, Soji has to keep it closed for the week to clean everything up. Apparently she caught them in the
act!"

The mention of the vandalism caused Ryn to briefly furrow his brows and grind his teeth, a visible yet somehow calm
anger painting his features.

"Tch." He scoffed, reaching for the remote to the T.V. and turning it off.

[avior.]

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Arrietty nodded slowly at his answer, running her fingers over the outside of her mug. By now she could relate to not being able to sleep at night- even when she tried, her body was used to a lack of rest and wouldn't let her lose consciousness until at least two am. Still, that was mostly her fault due to forming bad habits. She got the feeling his was more than that. Still, it was nice to have something in common with him, even if they'd only be spending an hour or two together.

Ari remained silent as the elderly man spoke to him, presumably something that would interest him. She waited until he'd put his focus back on the tv before slowly replying. "Maybe I am solitary, but you don't seem very social either, as far as I can tell." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a spare hair tie, pausing briefly to pull her blue locks of hair back into a lazy high ponytail. Figuring they'd talked long enough that is was about time proper introductions were made, she averted her gaze to the quickly dwindling depths of her cup and then back up to him. "I'm Arrietty. Bit of a mouthful, I know, so you can call me Ari if you want." She hadn't been close to enough to someone to have them call her Ari for a long while- it might be nice to have someone call her that again.

[Rikugan]

sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ | 🅡🅨🅝

"I've never been good with words. . ." Ryn mumbled under his breath, casting his gaze down and to the left of his feet. Was
he ashamed of his inability to socialize? Not entirely-- but it did cause him problems at times. Not being able to empathize
or sympathize with the people who mattered, or not being able to express his issues when people he cared for asked. It was
more than aggravating.

His vision was drawn back up to meet the eyes of the girl, when she detailed her name to him. Arrietty. It was a long but
beautiful title to carry, and the very moment she offered for him to call her 'Ari' --a short alias that she seemed to be more
than willing to present as another option-- Ryn felt a warmth bloom within his chest.

". . . Nice to meet you Ari, I'm Ryn."

[avior.]

（ Ａ Ｒ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｙ ！ ！ ）

Arrietty leaned back in her seat and gave him a flicker of a smile, this one still managing to be wholehearted and genuine despite how briefly it flashed across her face. She reached up and pushed back a strand of hair that had managed to escape the hold of her ponytail and met his mesmerizing eyes again, running the name over in her mind a few times so she wouldn't forget. "Ryn..." she murmured quietly to herself. It suited him. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ryn." Usually she was lying when she said things like that- being polite for the sake of not being pegged as a total jerk. But it had been nice to meet him- which surpised her. She didn't feel that way about most people.

[sorry it's shorter ^^;]

[Rikugan]

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It was definitely strange, something was different about this girl-- she gave off an aura he couldn't quite put
his finger on. It was inviting, warm-- it pulled his cold and quiet demeanor in and caressed his silence into
dissipating. Her face reminded him of his own melancholy, sorrow-- and perhaps. . . Loss. Ryn immediately
felt that if he left her presence, something would be different about him.

Who are you?

About the time he'd expected her to, Gran walked in through the door giving its minuscule bell a short lived
ring, not saying anything to Ryn but passing him a glance and a smile. Nodding softly did he pivot upon his
heel and throw his apron off to the side. As he stuffed his hands into his pockets, he paused in his graceful
stride to look over to the blue haired belle whose name and image were burned into his mind. Piercing gaze
traced her perfect face and he spoke delicately to her.

"I have to run to the market to pick up some supplies. . . If you're not too tired, the company would be nice."

[avior.]

（ Ａ Ｒ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｙ ！ ！ ）

Arrietty raised her eyes slightly to watch as an older woman appeared- she could only be the owner of the shop. She had assumed the conversation with the male- Ryn- had been over, but glanced up to his face as he spoke again, the words directed to her.
One eyebrow arched, the girl slightly surprised at his request. He had seemed like quite the loner type to her- then again, she wasn't entirely social either, and yet here she was. She considered it for a moment. Her original plan had been to go back to her apartment and write until the sun appeared, but that seemed less and less appealing the more she thought about his offer. She was never really one to admit her loneliness, but cooping herself up again after having done exactly that for so long already seemed dull. So, she shrugged her shoulders and finished the last sip of her drink, throwing out the disposable cup and rising to her feet. "I wouldn't mind the company, either, actually," she replied honestly. He had a nice sort of feeling surrounding him- she was beginning to realize how much she truly wanted to be in his presence for a little longer.

[Rikugan]

sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ | 🅡🅨🅝

The moment his legs had carried him to the door, feet were planted firmly for but a moment so that he may
hold the glass pane ajar for her. As she exited he cast a glance out into the street and contemplated the best
method of reaching the market. The scenic route or the alleys? The answer was obvious enough, he wasn't
alone and happened to be with someone he found himself enjoying.

"So, you're a nighttime person." He began, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he wandered beside his
temporary companion. "I'd rather be awake at night than sleeping."

Nightmares didn't bode well for a goodnight's slumber, in fact-- they happened to be the worst kind of company
a man or woman could feel cozying up in their beds. They were like a cancer, they grew worse and worse as
time went on and the cure seemed more or less elusive. Dreams weren't easy come by, much like strangers you
felt a strong connection with.

And yet here she was beside him.

[avior.]

（ Ａ Ｒ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｙ ！ ！ ）

Arrietty gave him a faint dip of her head in gratitude as he held the door open for her, stepping out onto the street. She waited a moment before following after him, catching up quickly and slipping her hands inside coat pockets. She smiled slightly at his observation- he wasn't wrong. "I don't dislike sleep. I've just gotten too used to late nights to change my habit," she replied truthfully. "What about you? Insomniac?" She leaned her head back to blow a breath of air at the star-specked sky. It was a nice night, and if she was being honest with herself, she much preferred this over being in her own company until day broke. She didn’t usually take to strangers quickly, but she didn’t mind Ryn at all.

[Rikugan]

sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ | 🅡🅨🅝

Was he an insomniac? Not entirely-- that implied that he was unwillingly staking out the night-- but no, he was
seeking out sleepless evenings to prevent the diseased pictures from re-entering his head. Looking over to her,
piercing blue and then white luminaries reflected the stars above as he blinked. While his expression typically
remained emotionless, he found himself giving off a warm sort of aura in the femme's direction. He was remembering
the details of her face, as if he wanted to keep her image in his head permanently. A soothing image, a beautiful
girl with a sense of loss in her eyes, as if she needed to be found.

He could relate, maybe they could help each other out.

"Let's just say I've done some things I regret, and am not proud of. They haunt me sometimes, and it's usually when
my guard is down and I'm asleep." He quirked the edge of his lip in a quiet simper. "Besides, this sky makes it easy
to relax."

[avior.]

（ Ａ Ｒ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｙ ！ ！ ）

Arrietty exhaled into the sky, breath barely fogging in the faint chill. Her eyes traced the constellations she'd memorized by now, the shapes burned into her brain. How many hours had she spent staring at the stars, remembering old lore and imagining her own on how they came to be? He was right- it was relaxing. The amount of times she'd fallen asleep on her worn stargazing chair on her small balcony attested to that.

"You're right about that," she murmured. She brought her head down again to look over at him. She couldn't help a half smile. "So, I take you like the stars, then?" Maybe that was something else they had in common, along with the sleepless nights. Maybe it was their similarities that drew her to him so strongly, something that rarely happened.