This guy was completely Japanese! "Nice to meet you, mister!" Misono chirped in Japanese. This would be good! She pressed her hands together in excitement. Which dimmed when he said he didn't want any luck and then vanished into confusion. "Eh?" she blinked up at him. "It's not against the law! Well." She blew out a breath that ruffled her bangs. "It is but I didn't know at first but now I have a permit so it's completely okay!" To prove it, she opened the drawstring on her kinchaku and pulled out her permit, holding it up. "Totally legal!" Maybe that was all that was holding him back? She edged closer in a cute, mincing step. "Sure you don't want to get lucky?"
Except this close he felt funny. She widened her eyes. "You're not human, little brother," she told him seriously. But this was kind of neat because she was pretty sure she DID know what he was. He tasted of magic, evening primroses and burnt salt. "And it's really going to rain in a little bit and we should both maybe go in out of it only I have to earn a little money here." She'd stay out until it started being too much. Sometimes people took pity on her when she was miserably damp and cute. "Sometimes people buy just to get me out of the rain, you know."
Except this close he felt funny. She widened her eyes. "You're not human, little brother," she told him seriously. But this was kind of neat because she was pretty sure she DID know what he was. He tasted of magic, evening primroses and burnt salt. "And it's really going to rain in a little bit and we should both maybe go in out of it only I have to earn a little money here." She'd stay out until it started being too much. Sometimes people took pity on her when she was miserably damp and cute. "Sometimes people buy just to get me out of the rain, you know."
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