[The first night she'd realized he left, she had simply decided to go to bed. She'd been thinking of enjoying a nice cup of chamomile tea before she slept, and had wanted to invite Shirotsuki to a cup as well... only to find his bedroom curiously empty.
Tonight, however, she'd heard the door creak open as he left. It definitely wasn't Kevin or Bulat - she knows, now, what their schedules are most often like, and tonight there wasn't any plan of them being out. So that left...
She knows that there are quite a few people who would be upset to know she's out so late. With that knowledge comes a certain sense of guilt. On the other hand, she will be with her Master, even if he doesn't exactly realize she's following him. But that just adds to the guilt even more, because she's sneaking along after him and he's none the wiser.
Still. Still, she wants to know just what it is that compels him to leave so late, and eventually she finds herself peering at him as he sits under the Tree of Memories, collecting...
Petals?
It's a while before she gathers the courage to approach him. Part of her thinks it may be better if she simply went home again, but the other part of her knows that not only should she come clean, but, well - the streets are scary, and she wouldn't feel entirely safe walking alone anyhow.
Reluctantly, she begins to walk towards him, guilt written all over her face as her hands clasp together in an effort to keep from fidgeting.]
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Date: 2017-05-24 05:53 am (UTC)Tonight, however, she'd heard the door creak open as he left. It definitely wasn't Kevin or Bulat - she knows, now, what their schedules are most often like, and tonight there wasn't any plan of them being out. So that left...
She knows that there are quite a few people who would be upset to know she's out so late. With that knowledge comes a certain sense of guilt. On the other hand, she will be with her Master, even if he doesn't exactly realize she's following him. But that just adds to the guilt even more, because she's sneaking along after him and he's none the wiser.
Still. Still, she wants to know just what it is that compels him to leave so late, and eventually she finds herself peering at him as he sits under the Tree of Memories, collecting...
Petals?
It's a while before she gathers the courage to approach him. Part of her thinks it may be better if she simply went home again, but the other part of her knows that not only should she come clean, but, well - the streets are scary, and she wouldn't feel entirely safe walking alone anyhow.
Reluctantly, she begins to walk towards him, guilt written all over her face as her hands clasp together in an effort to keep from fidgeting.]
Er... Master...?