fourth prayer [closed]

[prayed]

Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Naoto Shirogane
Setting: 02-03
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: So a thief and a detective walk into a bar and everything is horrible.
Warnings: None for now.


The room was in a state of complete disarray by time Kyoko was through with it. The comics and anthologies had been thumbed through before being scattered about on the floor.(Sherlock Holmes? Who even read that?) The formal dress carelessly tossed onto the bed along with the photo album. Even the bed seemed to have been tampered with, the covers falling off the bed which was, strangely enough, at an angle that it hadn't been moments before. The nightstand was likewise slanted, it's drawers pulled out and clearly rummaged through.

As for the trunk, well, of course that hadn't fared any better. Nor had the scarf that was presently hanging off the side of it, a few of it's rows having had unraveled during her careless removal and examination before being dropped before further damage could be done. The trunk itself had been pulled further away to accommodate the red-haired girl that was currently examining it's final contents. Kyoko held the winter clothes in front of her now, examining them. Not the trendiest outfit, but it would certainly fare better than her belly shirt and shorts. It looked like it might be about her size, too, though well.

"Jackpot," she said to herself with a grin on her face. She didn't really want to steal them, but well, there was no way she was just going to sit around and freeze to death. Only an idiot would do that, right? Besides, it was the owner's fault for leaving them lying around like this.

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[detecting]

Naoto didn't plan on doing much of anything today. With the tower this cold it was she found it difficult to muster up the will to go downstairs for breakfast let alone do something relatively productive. Thankfully, she had a few sets of winter clothes in her trunk, so she wasn't remotely close to freezing to death, but she was still cold and her bed was very, very warm. She could take the day, miserable though it was, to finish the scarf she was knitting for Kanji. Maybe read a few books...

As soon as she opened the door to her room all thoughts of rest and relaxation vanished. The detective’s eyes widened in horror as she stared dumbstruck at the atrocity before her. Her bed! Her books! HER COMICS HER… HER EVERYTHING.

“Put those down this instant!”

[prayed]

Her shoulders fall just as quickly as they rise, the fleeting, startled look quickly replaced with a grin as she turns her head to look at Naoto. She lowers the clothes, but only slightly, for the sake of directing her attention elsewhere. After all, she doesn't have to worry about caught anymore, hasn't since she obtained this power.

"No way." She instead chose to stand up with the shake of her head. She just barely recognized this person as being one of Yosuke's friends. It was almost enough to make her feel bad, but..well, she couldn't even drum up a name at this point, let alone anything else, and it wasn't like she owed him any favors. So she continued on, "These aren't really my style, but it'd stuck to have to throw them away after all that hard work, y'know."

That hard work of course being trashing Naoto's room, of course.

[detecting]

THE NERVE OF THIS GIRL.

"Hard work? You have to be the most inefficient thief I've ever had the misfortune to meet."

Honestly! Was it necessary to move her entire bed in her search? Did she really have to rifle through all of her belongings? If all she was looking for was clothes they were easy enough to find, she didn't have to --

.... the scarf. She worked so hard on that scarf and now she was going to have to fix the damage to it and --

Urge. To scream. Rising.

"I'll ask you once more -- put. those. down. They don't belong to you and I have no desire to share my clothing with a petty thief."

[prayed]

Kyoko snickered at Naoto's anger. "What kinda threat is that? Are ya an idiot or something?" She draped the outfit over one arm, using her free hand to pull out a nutrition bar out of her jacket's pocket. She spoke through the few bites that it took to finish it off. "I don't need ya to share anything with me, cause like, I can just take it for myself. That's how stealing works, y'know."

[detecting]

"That wasn't a threat, it was a request. But perhaps you're right. I must be an idiot for expecting a bit of decency from you."

Naoto sighs, moving into her room and beginning to clean up the mess Kyoko made. "If you had asked I'm sure someone would have stepped forward to assist you. This tower is miserable enough on its own, most of us try to help others when we can."

She pushes the dresser back into place before opening one of the drawers and taking out a pair of warm, wool gloves. Despite her anger, she holds them out to the intruder. "Here, you'll want these as well."

[prayed]

That gave her a pause, expression flecked with something--hope? Uncertainty? She couldn't seem to decide whether Naoto's offerings were a trick or not or even if she wanted it to be. Barring Mami, no one's ever helped her or been kind of her and certainly it would be easier to keep it that way. Her voice softened a little.

"...Tch. People like that don't exist, y'know. Even if somebody's suffering right in front of them, they can just go on saying that it's not their problem."

They'd be more concerned about a single apple than a family starving in the streets. They'd turn their nose up at people more human than they could ever hope to be.

"Even if you're nice to people like that." And now, someone like her. She didn't move from where she stood. "You'll definitely just get hurt."

[detecting]

"If that's the case you're more than welcome to tell yourself you stole these gloves from me as well."

Naoto's seen far too many people suffer at the hands of the tower's administrators. Too often has she been rendered helpless -- useless -- and unable to help those she cared for when they needed her the most. She was angry, yes, but she would not deny this girl help when it was a problem she could easily fix by offering a pair of gloves.

"Now if you don't mind, I have work to do."

Kyoko definitely did a number on her room, after all.

[prayed]

Rather than excuse herself, which would arguably have been the smart thing to, Kyoko chose to approach Naoto now.

"Just don't complain when somebody takes advantage of that kindness." She took the gloves quickly, but cautiously, because she was struggling to think that somebody so serious would just be kind to a stranger who'd trashed her room and stolen her clothes. That done, she'll slip a box of pocky into Naoto's hand in what might have been a kind of gratitude. Or perhaps apology. There was no telling with Kyoko. The box itself had been opened previously, but only a couple pieces were missing.

At least it wasn't a nutrition bar.