Half-cocked, Stoppin', and Shoppin'

[Miranda Frost]

Paperwork paperwork paperwork. For a captain it was almost endless. Over the years occupying high seated positions, whether that be opperating as the acting captain of squad 10 with the dissapearance of Hotaru to managing all the incoming correspondance from the other squads to the captain commander as the squad 1 lieutenant. There wasn't much time for fun these days, even if she was forced to encourage her subordinates to take the time to unwind and decompress.

After meeting the disfunctional climate of Squad 4, the new captain decided enough is enough. She had put in requests and given her track record she was granted a week of leave. Such a thing came to her with no surprise, her reputation among the Sereitei's people was held in relatively high regard. Why shouldn't a lady of her standing deserve a little time to herself? Hell, the last time she'd took time to enjoy herself was years ago when she met that cute quincy boy. Alex was it? All in all it was a memory best left undelved.

Nevertheless, she'd decide to visit the area her daughter lived in, not necesarily to check in on her, lord no, but to get accustomed to the kind of life her offspring lived. If she was anything like the captain, which she was given she was a fragment, she'd often be drawn to the various bars and hole-in-the wall places. There was humility and charm to these kind of places which attracted a woman like her. Singing and drinking and fighting, you could find it all. The best places were unapologetic. What you see is often what you get.

"What you see", she'd think to herself as she stepped out of the senkaimon into the streets of Karakura. She'd almost forgotten, she needed a gigai! The one she wore before was in eh, disrepair from its frequent use in her lower seated days. There were certainly some high quality gigai to be sought after by more official and reputable sellers, but it lacked that charm, that hole in the wall feel she enjoyed. If one wanted quality and taste, a shinigami need not look any further than old man Urahara's.

A quick stop and shop and she was an owner of one of his newly developed Gigai. The man himself even let her get occustomed to it in his changing rooms. There she'd gaze upon the form in the mirror, scratching her chin in mild confusion. Often enough, wearing another body was strange. You could feel everything that the body felt but there was that weight behind it only a normal living person could experience. Additionally she'd notice some other changes.

For one, the slight glow of her pale eyes were gone, replaced by a grey, almost grey blue hue. Her bust size was accurate to her actual body, but her hips seemed a bit.... wider. It was hard to say. She didn't spend that much time in the mirror and often wore more loosely fitting clothes. Whether it was an accurate creation befitting Miranda or a product of Urahara's tastes, it mattered not. Frost was satisfied.

Speaking of clothes, the old man would provide, though of a limited selection. Now this was more akin to his tastes it'd seem. She only had the option of a few croptops and some rather tightly fitting jeans which generally opposed her normal fashion, but it wasn't bad at all. Tightly fitting, it was quite comfy. The hair was styled not unlike her shinigami body which she combed just enough to not be messy and overly distracting. It was silky and soft with a bang hanging over her right eye.

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{The Gigai}

The crop top was snug but not overly tight, though she'd catch a few onlookers as she walked down the sidewalk from Urahara's. Perhaps she should have picked up a jacket after all. maybe a cute white scarf to match it. "Bah, maybe later."

[Colt]

He needed a goddamn drink. Maybe it would never be enough. At least that's what had gotten him onto this kinda trip. What did you do when you experienced something like that? His eyes set straight ahead, heart racing ever so slightly. He put on a big smile as he strode through the night. In a frame that perhaps wasn't quite what you'd expect. He hadn't really made any changes to it, he didn't have it in him. Not yet at least, maybe in the future he would.

But for now. Something in him was driven. He wanted to have fun. He wanted to live. More than just the lonely drive he'd had trapped in a fuckin piece. This body deserved to have a good time. At least, that's what was swimming through his head as he strode down the street at a leisurely pace. It was only when he rounded a corner that he was actually caught off guard. Planting face-first into a woman that frankly, could have probably ripped him in half like paper.

But just casually? He wound up letting out an OOF as he bumped into Miranda, staggering back just a little before turning. "Whoa there! Sorry, didn't see ya!" He chuckled, an infecious smile spread across his face before he stopped in his tracks and raised both brows. Well well well. Wasn't that a whole glass of water? Of course, he wasn't quite as flashy as Miranda, but at the very least when Miranda took a look over him, well, she'd see a very handsome looking tomboy.

A light red jacket, a sleeveless croptop, a pair of short jorts, and some light boots really made it apparent that they didn't mind the cold air with all the skin they had showing. Hardly the elegant little getup that Miranda had. But the Mod soul, for all the smarts they had between those pretty ears, had no idea that at that very moment, he was eyeing a Captain up and down. She was pretty. She was tall. Hell, she was pretty damn curvy too. All he needed to know.

"Name's Colt bye the way. Sorry if this is a little out of the blue, but you wouldn't happen to be new to town would you?" Cool as a cucumber, he let his hips cock to the side and he folded his arms under his slight chest, hardly as big as hers, as he waited for her response. Already his brain was working overtime. This gal was pretty. She was interesting. But more than that, she had ....something about her. Maybe it was because she was so clearly not from around here.

Or. It was the Double Ds.

Either way, he wanted to get to know her better.

[Miranda Frost]

 Ah, but where to go? There were many places she'd like to get accustomed to. Nearby was a place known as the "Horn". It was a very humble place with polished wooden furnishing and somewhat of an older crowd. As much as she enjoyed the younger haunts and bars, there was something warm and cozy about  a place like that. She enjoyed a bit of attention, she wasn't that bad of a looker even in the loose clothing she'd normally wear, though the attention she usually garnered was more of an official type.

 Lost in her thoughts she'd round a corner, into another fellow  who collided rather hard with her, but would bounce off thanks to her girls saving her once again. She'd stumble back a bit confused,  eyes glancing down at the mildly shorter woman before her. She wore quite the sporty fit with a nice red jacket and functional boots contributing to the style. There was a tomboyish flair about it that screamed 'fun' She'd smile softly and bow slightly. "My apologies. I get caught up in my own head sometimes."

 She'd pick up quick on her not being from around here which would illicit a nervous laugh which she'd stifle a bit with her palm. "Ah yes. I'm not from around here. Was born in Russia, if you can believe it.", she'd reply, her voice not quite reflecting her statment, even if it was true. Time in the soul society had eroded her accent over time, almost elimenating all trace of it. "Well met, Colt! I am Miranda Frost. I'm just wandering about, probably going to hit up a bar or four, depending on how the night goes, mmhm", she'd further explain, her finger tapping at her skull as if to push the thoughts through.

 Her eyes fell over her clothes again, eyeing the cute red jacket Colt sported. "My my! that's quite the cute jacket you got. Red complements you quite well.", she'd remark with a bit of positiveness uplifting her voice. There was a bit of awkwardness she'd feel though, given how they nearly bounced each other into the street. "Definitely more prepared than I. Didn't expect it to be this chilly". In truth the cold didn't really bother her, but it did help keep those wandering eyes off of her, however slightly. "You seem like you're out and about for a bit of drink and debauchery, hit any good places yet?"

[Colt]

Oh wow. It took him a moment to realize just WHAT had softened the impact. Whew. Alright. Talk about a pleasant landing, but he didn't allow that to distract him too much. Rolling with the punches, that smile on his lips grew a bit wider as he made note of that sheepish little chuckle. Well well, a shy one eh? "Nothin for it. I can imagine being in an unfamiliar place can do that to ya." He pointed out with a little shrug of his shoulders.

Russia huh? He gave an appreciative whistle as she revealed her origin. "No kidding? I'da never known. You barely got an accent, your japanese is pretty amazing!" He pointed out with a lopsided smile. One that grew just a bit wider as Miranda talked about hitting up a bar. Just the kinda girl he liked. Of course she did have some other interesting traits. She didn't really SEEM like the bar hopping type. No, just listening to her if he really had to think about it...

Wait, did she just ask about his jacket? A pause, glancing down at himself before looking back up and smirking. Side eyeing Miranda as he gave a little shrug of those soft shoulders. They definitely had a little bit of muscle to them, faint, but still feminine. And Colt was certainly happy to get the attention. God having a REAL body was so awesome. And in this very moemnt, it wasn't JUST skeevy perv thoughts floating around his head.

There was something pleasant about this. He was happy. Enjoying himself. Like any normal twenty something aught to be doing. And so he felt a bit of boldness take hold of him. Reaching up, he peeled that red jacket from his frame and promptly let a hand rest on his hip, reaching up and offering it to the taller woman with a smile. "Well far be it from me to let a pretty woman go cold. Here, I'm used to weather like this. And as for drink and debauchery. I'm always up for that. But if it means getting to know a bit more about you, Dear. I don't mind what we do." He noted fondly.

[Miranda Frost]

 It wasn't as if she was in a familiar place or not, it was the fact the world was much different. Even if she was comfortable and acting as natural as possible, which she was, there was that aura of being a fish out of water that seemed to follow her. She simply didn't belong, but that was ok. She was on vacation! Fun and drink await as well as much fun as she could fit in. Who knows when she'd have time for herself again. 

  "Ha!", she'd release a rather boisterous laugh, not mockingly, no, just out of surprise at being told her normal mode of speech was so great. She'd smile and shake her head, getting rid of the lil bit of energy. "Has been my main language for many many years. Doubt I could muster a conversation in russian honestly. Tis been a long time and i'm quite out of practice." She thought about it a bit more, the words streaming out of her mouth before she could process them. It was true, she couldn't speak the language anymore, oddly enough despite it being her native language.

 She'd watch Colt's face light up at the mention of the jacket and giggled at the sheer cuteness of it. Had the smaller lady forgotten what she was wearing? To be fair, Miranda wasn't that much better given her difficulty adjusting to this particular outfit. The mere thought of it made her shift her hips subtly. Colt would peel off her jacket and hand it to her, offering it up. Miranda blinked, but grasped the thin material. "Thank you!", she'd say graciously and slip it on. It was a lil snug on her, but it fit well enough. She didn't think it fit her as well as colt, but gifts are gifts, and such are rude to ignore or dismiss.

 "Let us be off then! there's this lil cozy, hole-in-the-wall place I want to check out. You look a lil young for the crowd, but places like this are well worth it in my opinion.", she'd nod enthusiastically, continuing her journey for drunkedness, she'd motion the Colt girl to come along. Noticing she just did something she'd do to a subordinate, her face flushed and she'd recompose herself. The captain really did need to learn to adjust a bit better. "May our glasses be tall and the drinks strong, ha ha!", she'd find herself grinning ear to ear listening to herself.

 She'd think and reflect on the last few moments realizing something she wanted to ask. It was a harmless curiosity and given how much time she had, there was no harm in stopping. Just as they had begun their walk she'd stop and spin about. "That thing you did with your mouth. How'd you do that?", she'd ask, tilting her head to the side curiously. That high pitched squeeeling sound. "Don't think i've heard anyone do that before, nope."

[Colt]

Well that was just adorable. A playful little smile showed across his lips as he watched the woman accepting the jacket, certainly it looked pretty nice on the woman. A bit snug, which meant that it put a bit of pressure on her chest. Which Colt definitely wasn't going to complain about~ That was in fact a major bonus. All the same, he didn't even flinch when she made that little gesture, eagerly walking in to step beside her as they began to walk down the streets of Karakura.

"Got someplace in mind already eh? Well look at you. Can't say I know many places I'd take a pretty lady though. Always been around the more seedy places. Great if you wanna gamble, get in a bar fight or don't mind a stabbing. But hey, I'm all game for something new!" He chimed, chuckling as he slipped his hands into the slim pockets of his jorts. For sure, he was actually rather glad he didn't have to make sure he didn't get damage to this particular gigai. Maybe he'd brawl another time.

Hm? "The thing I ..... you mean this?" He ventured and promptly whistles a little tune. Like a bird, he left a little string of twittering tweets spill from his lips. Completely unnecessary of course. He knew exactly what she was referring to, he just wanted an excuse to show off of course, a little complex trilling string of notes to really get her attention, before that smile turned mischievous. Not exactly something he was complimented on often. But having his Mod root to mess with the air definitely helped.

"It's actually super easy. But if you wanna get fancy with it, you gotta have a strong tongue. Lots of delicate little movements to make the right sound."

Wink~

[Miranda Frost]

 Miranda nodded as she humored her, his description of the places she'd like to frequent was found to be spot on. There was something humble about those kind of places. Walk in, do you business, and get what you asked for. Good decor was great, but you needed that baseline service. You can paint a turd gold, but underneath the pretty exterior, it was still shit. This talk of lowly down to earth places got the woman excited, seemingly only held down to earth by the crimson, snug jacket loaned to her.

 When they turned to face each other again, she'd be attentive as if listening to a lecture or a master displaying his years of swordplay expertise. Her hands folded over before her, clasping comfortably amongst each other. Her eyes trained on the shorter woman's lips as they opened and pursed, the sweet sounds flowing out again much like a birds. It was a cute lil skill, and it was more than enough to amuse the taller, silver haired woman. She'd grin and reflect on what she saw, the innuendo lined in her description of the technique blowing completely over her head.

 Miranda nodded, thinking she understood and thus would take what she learned and put it to practice then and there. She'd purse her lips similar to Colt's and arched her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the tip kissing her bottom row of teeth. She then blew, but quite a bit too hard, blowing out her tongue making it stick out in the cool air. She'd huff and recompose herself. "I'll need to practice it a bit more. It's a lot harder than you make it look!", she'd laugh embarassingly and turned to continue their journy. "Yes, more practice will do nicely. I imagine it's all in the tongue, no? Now come along!"

 With her mind distracted on the concept of whistling, she found herself using that same gesture she did to her underlings when wanting them to follow along, a quick series of opening and closing of her hands. This time she didn't catch it. She'd find herself amused with Colt. Unlike her coworkers and fellow shinigami, Colt seemed to speak her mind, which is something the Captain valued quite a bit. A no-nonsense environment does wonders on dulling the mind. If she had to go back right now, she'd be quite content with this encounter. "There's no stabbing here, to my knowledge. Gambling? Quite unsure as well. I doubt I could trust myself in such a place. I wouldn't know how to pull out, ye know?"

[Colt]

Colt smiled, snorting softly and even giggling as he watched the look on Miranda's face, not only inspecting his mouth as he let out his own demonstration, but also her own adorable attempt at the feat. Oh how he could offer to help her with her tongue work. But as much as he was a perv, she was also really cute, and he didn't wanna just go taking advantage of the poor woman. She was actually kinda nice. A bit on the naive side, but that wasn't a bad thing in the slightest in his book.

"Well we can work on that. Still, it's more about the sound. Fancy moves aren't always necessary for a pretty tune." He pointed out, raising a brow as she turned and gestured for him to follow. All too happy to walk along behind her. Hoh boy, and with those other comments? Boy she really didn't seem to have a mind for innuendo. "Oh well you know. Pulling out isn't ALWAYS something you gotta worry about, especially if you got someone to keep an eye on ya." He smiled wide, eyes squarely on the woman's ass as he followed them.

"Still, I have to admit that I'm a little curious. How well do you handle your alcohol?" He ventured. After all, it COULD be a nice little exercise. He had to practice a bit keeping control of his Gigai. He kinda was still on the slow side. HE could power walk at best if he needed to. So keeping control while his gigai got drunk might be something that could prove some good practice. Not to mention, he hardly wanted to disappoint this lady~

[Miranda Frost]

"Ah, so a minimalist approach could give a good tune? Makes sense, maybe I *was* trying too hard.", Frost answered, stroking her chin in thought. It was much the same in combat, or rather her method of combat. She'd think of an object, channel that though, then move what formed. How her sword's powers worked could be complex if one were to delve into that mess, but the function was incredibly simple. Perhaps whistling was much the same?

"I agree. If you can't handle yourself, it almost seems irresponsible to go alone. Maybe we should give it a shot if we arn't completely destroyed, ye?", she'd suggest, turning back to wink playfully at the shorter fellow following behind. She would notice her eyes fixated on something, which perked her interest, but she'd chuckle and keep it to herself for now.

They come to a crosswalk leading to the bar she was eyballing on the burner phone she'd gotten from Urahara's. The old neon sign flickered its purple light and hummed beautiful in the relatively lightly trafficked area. Already she could feel her mouth watering at the prospect of watching them poor her mug, seeing the foam ooze over, all cumulating to her messily drinking down that pisswater. "Nice."

"Oh! me? I can't say I can handle it quite well, but I used to be quite the drinker, mmhm.", she'd answer, waiting for the walk sign to glow. "It was quite the problem really, but damn was it a good time. Kinda hoping I don't hold it as well as I used to. It's easier on the wallet and a bit more satisfying. How about yourself? Fancy yourself a drunkard?"

[Colt]

Colt couldn't help but smile a bit wider, chuckling softly. What an earnest woman. He didn't mind that about her. Still, as they came to a stop, he didn't really notice her catching him peeking at her ass. Not that he'd have done much more than just shrug and give her a wink if he had. He wasn't going to be apologetic about appreciating a nice ass. Still, the shift in subject gave him a pause for thought.

"I dunno about THAT. I don't exactly got a lot of cash to go dropping ahah. But I'd be happy to keep an eye if you wanted to gamble some." He noted, not super into the idea after all, but hey, if she needed a spotter, he'd suffer the boredom of gambling. That kinda thing honestly wasn't his speed. He was much more into the party and brawling aspect of those kinds of bars. Not that he'd be very good at it. Well, not as a human. as a gun he'd been GREAT at them, heh~

"Uhhhhh no idea I'll admit. Kiiiinda only just turned twenty one not that long ago. Don't go telling anyone though." He winked. TRUTH be told? He actually just couldn't drink, being in a gun. Though given how others drank he WAS curious about how it was. Maybe she might question why someone underage had been at a bar. But well, he'd already asserted they were seedy spots. So maybe it wasn't such a surprise that they hadn't gone carding him.

[Miranda Frost]

 The sign changed, signalling it was safe to walk, so she'd continue on, sure that Colt was following just as close behind her as she was previously. "No gambling then! I'm sure we'll find other things to do.. or maybe not if my stamina holds out. I've the time regardless, mmhm" She was on vacation after all and she rather enjoyed the company. Miranda would have done fine alone, but drink was best consumed with another close by.

 "Twenty-one? I see! welcome to true adulthood hm. We'll see how long you last haha.", she'd  laugh, stifling it a bit into her palm. "If it comes to it, i'll hold your hair up~", she'd predict with a hint of tease in her voice. "Let's be honest, you might be the one holding mine up before the day's done, mmhm." It felt strange. Here she was, about to have a few drinks with a woman potentially over a hundred years younger then she. Age can get strange in the soul society. While Miranda looked to be in her late twenties or low thirties, her actual age blew that number out of the water.

 Miranda would rest her hand on the bar's  heavy, rough wooden door and pressed it open, welcoming her  in with its unoiled henges, producing an obnoxious creak. It reminded her of her childhood back in Russia when she'd come home from helping father in the fields. Ah how the time passes. The woman stepped to the side and motioned for Colt to enter. "After you"

 What welcomed them both was a rather warm environment. The place was cozy, although a bit dim. It was clean, lightly populated with a beautifully polished bar. A dusty piano sat on a small stage in the corner of the place and only a handful of regulars sat about, scattered amongst the tables and stools. A few would raise their heads to see the newcomers, probably surprised at the younger clientel. "Wonderful!"

[Colt]

Colt snorted softly at that and nodded his head, keeping his thoughts to himself about alternative activites that came to mind. Oh he'll check her stamina alright. Still, he didn't make any untoward comments for the time being as they made their way to the bar itself. "Weeeeeeeeeell I think we should maybe avoid that. Not that I wouldn't hold your hair out of the way. But I think there's such a thing as too much of a good thing. I have a feeling I'd wanna remember a night out with you." He grinned.

Still as they slipped in, thankfully he had an ID ready. Oi, he didn't seem THAT short did he? Especially compared to some japanese women. Truth be told, he was a bit taller than a lot of japanese chicks! Tch. Whatever. He strode in with all the confidence of an adult and promptly gave a smile, and a pat on Miranda's hip, even giving her a 'Thank you' for holding the door open for him. Briefly wondering if Miranda thought he was a chick. Huh... well TECHNICALLY he kinda was at the moment he supposed. Hmmm. Thoughts for later.

Making his way to find a seat for the two of them, he kept his hand near his wallet, incase he needed to show his Id. Still, if they got to their seats unbothered, he'd promptly continue with their conversation. "So. Miranda. If you don't mind me asking. What brings a pretty, zesty woman like yourself around here? Other than learning to whistle that is." A little smirk at that as he ordered himself a beer. Seemed a nice easy way to start. He wasn't gonna go trying vodka on his first alcohol venture.

[Miranda Frost]

Though Miranda noticed the lil pat on the hip, she didn't think much of it. Twas only natural given the door configuration and the narrow doorway for Colt to squeeze by.  Once inside, she'd follow by, taking a stool by her and scooting up against the bar. The barkeep would ask what she wanted and she went with her generic opener for a night like this: a shot of vodka and a bottle of whatever domestic pisswater they had available. Cheep booze was great one the wallet in a pinch. Though she had more than enough for this week-long vacation of hers, the responsible, professional side of her demanded she be more frugal with her expenses.

 She'd also grab a shot of the stuff for her compatriot, and slid her the glass. "I've got your tab tonight~", she'd insist, her finger tips toying with the shotglass rim. "Ha! Zesty~ That's not a word I hear that often. Rolls off the tongue, not unlike that whistle.", she'd acknowledge with a playful flair in her voice. She'd sigh and lean into the bar. "I'm on vacation, you can imagine. I intend to fill it with as much alcohol and fun I can possibly pack into it."

 "What about yourself? You have a habit of bumping into strangers and followin' them along like a lost pup?", she'd tease, swirling the liquor in her glass. "I kid, of course, but I get the impression you are much like a cloud, moving where the wind takes you. I respect that. Sounds quite relaxing actually.", she'd sigh again, awaiting her reply. It would be nice to live life on a whim, do what she wanted whenever she wanted. Instead, she'd be chained to the soul society as a Captain. Not a bad fate, but it was enough to make her think on what could be.

 Mirand a shifted in her stool to face Colt, hoisting up her shot glass. "To the night's beginning!"

[Colt]

Colt was a bit surprised to see Miranda's choice in drink. A little perk of his brows as he watched her sliding him a shot along with readying her own little evening laid out in spectacular fashion. She must be a regular drinker. He chuckled softly and gave a sly little smirk as he picked up his shotglass and promptly took a steady little sip. WHEW! That was spicy! He let out a little shiver before setting the glass down and smirking her way.

Pretty exciteable wasn't she? "That so? Well be careful you don't drink too much! No fun blacking out and forgetting half of your vacation." He chuckled, folding those soft legs of his and leaning against the counter, eyeing her for a moment as he considered her question. Hmmmmm. "I guess you could say that. Been a bit of a wanderer long as I can remember. But you know, every now and then you meet someone interesting. Or someone damn fine enough to make the boring bits worth it. And of course, sometimes you get someone hot AND interesting. So cheers to treating me to THAT."

He flashed a little smile and raised his glass, gently tinking it against her own before promptly downing the shot and sighing, making a bit of a face as he got used to the taste of booze. Interesting, but he wasn't gonna get too worried. He could take plenty of the stuff if he wanted to. He was more curious about how Miranda was handling the stuff. No less the flattery and flirting from him. After all, he had a sense that she might be a bit more foreign than she let off. But well, he had all night to figure that one out.

[Miranda Frost]

 Miranda often thought why she chose the things she did, liked the things she did. Vodka, for example, was cheap but effective. As far as drinks are concerned, it was incredibly effective. It was strong, dry, and could be easily mixed with a great number of drinks to create something unique and impactful. Because of these factors, Vodka would be her choice of drink to open up a night and to close it off.


 Her brow raised at Colt's concern. There were methods and practices to fight off such an eventuality, some of which she were familiar with. Hell, it's very likely she could just shift Gigai and reset it completely, keeping the night young even into the early morning hours. He did make a point, there certainly was no rush, not now at least. She'd laugh a bit at the complements. She knew she wasn't that bad on the eyes, and Urahara's selection of clothes only served to bring out these tasteful aspects in his creations. Though the Gigai matched her physically, there were a few aspects that were different.

 For example, the gigai's body lacked the numerous scars that detailed her past events. The scar over her right eye is missing. The skin looks much clearer and softer. Her hair here was better kept. In away, the body served as a alternative version of her that never went through the things she had to face in the course of her afterlife. She wouldn't discount her own sort of beauty in her normal shinigami form, but it certainly was not the Gigai she wore. Still, the complements were welcome and more than payed her back for the future drinks she'd be covering for the smaller tomboy.

The barkeep would come by with a menu detailing and listing the various beers and liquors as well as offering the normal selection of barfood. Lots of salty, dry, and/or fried stuff. She wasn't hungry at the moement, but maybe she'd pick up a pretzel before she was done here. She'd turn to face colt, resting her arm and cradling her face into her palm. "Flattery won't get you much, but you might be getting a few drinks from me~  Still, you speak of my looks, but have you seen yourself? Someone as pretty and handsome in equal measure such as yourself are in grave danger of having your cheeks pinched, Ha~"1, she'd answer with a faint smile. "Your answer is fairly relatable. I feel most of us are wanderers in their own way, sifting through their trial of a life in order to find something they arn't completely aware of."