said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session

[innocentralized]

[WELL, THAT ALL ENDED WELL.

As usual (why is this usual, again? Damn it, London), people have to resume their everyday lives. Time waits for no man, after all. No man, no woman, no one inbetween. This is exactly why Michi can be found hitting the books outside at her usual cafe! ... Or more like. Sitting there, staring death into the book until its information sticks in her brain. She plays with her hair idly and watches as the people pass by, head sort of lolling off to the side in a very unladylike fashion -- she couldn't look any more bored if she tried to.

But if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to head on down to the Thames, where you'll see a young blonde girl, approximately age sixteen, washed up on the shore. Her clothing is a good 61 years younger than "today's" fashions, for anyone that would notice. A cute, yellow dress. A-line, floral print. Very 40s.

She doesn't scream. She doesn't even try coughing the water out of her lungs. All she does is sit up and look around the area, with wide eyes -- one blue, one a brilliant gold.]

Comments

[hairpining]

How scary! But, because it is still day, you and I are in no danger.

[inhumanity]

Unless we didn't go to sleep last night! Then the changeover hasn't happened.

1/2

[hairpine]

-- Oh, no!

[hairpine]

[Wait. Damn it, she got really caught up in it for a second there.]

I believe that my night was spent sleeping, Mr Christopher, as well as I tend to.

[inhumanity]

Oh. Well, then, I suppose we're both safe!

[hairpining]

Did you sleep well last night, Mr Christopher?

[inhumanity]

Ah, yes. I dreamed of all my favourite things. [Not entirely honest but MOVING ON.] Would you like us to catch a bird or squirrel and bring it back for you?

[hairpine]

[Omg]

-- A bird!

[inhumanity]

Wonderful! What kind? I don't know what sort they have around here, but I'm sure if you think of it, we do.

[hairpine]

[... Well, she legitimately doesn't know what's in Epping or. Anything about ornithology, for that matter. Birds are pretty, she likes birds!]

Perhaps a finch or martin? Oh, but please do not go out of your way for me!

[inhumanity]

Nothing is going out of my way if it's for you! [Wow OTT declaration] Of course, it will need a place to stay.

That's right!

[Christopher hops to his feet which in a cab is VERY inadvisable and he ends up hitting his head and dropping down.]

That hurt.

[And he completely forgets that he was about to make a dramatic declaration.]

[hairpine]

-- Mr Christopher, are you all right?!

[inhumanity]

I hit my head. [she clearly missed this]

[hairpine]

... But are you all right?

[inhumanity]

It was rude.

Now! [As if nothing is wrong!] As I was saying, we'll build its cage out of the trees it used to live in.

[hairpine]

[... She stares for a few seconds, concerned! But ok.]

How environmentally conscious! If its cage is made of the trees it lived in, then they'll not go to waste. The Indians believe something similar, yes?

[inhumanity]

They certainly did. [He has no idea.] We can decorate the cage with flowers and leaves. And it can always be let loose to fly around in your house if it needs exercise.

[hairpine]

Thank you, Mr Christopher!

[inhumanity]

You can just call me 'Christopher,' you know.

[hairpine]

... Is that all right?

[inhumanity]

Between friends, always. It shows the strength of our hearts' connection. I call all my friends by their first name.

[hairpine]

If that is acceptable, then... Christopher it is.

[inhumanity]

[Her reward is a gentle and terrible smile.] This might make us friends totally. I think we're doing pretty well at it, don't you?

[hairpining]

[Her face goes an amusing shade of pink at the gesture, easily visible through pale skin -- she is hideously unused to being treated well, and it shows at times like this.]

Yes, we're doing very well, I believe! Thank you for being my friend Mr --

...

Thank you for being my friend, Christopher!

[inhumanity]

[He can tell, but he doesn't say a word.] Let's get out and walk the rest of the way!

[Wow that is going to be a bit of a walk. But Christopher doesn't care, dumping cash on the cabbie, kicking the door open, and hopping out.]