Come Into My Parlour.... [Asuka, Paper Dolls]
The day Kureno had officially been reinstated as a jounin - like, officially officially, not in-name-only - was the day Asuka had promised to take him out somewhere fancy. He'd named the place, and she'd made the reservation only a day or two later for a month in advance: the first Saturday of September. It was at a set time, a set day, a set place
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Asuka surrendered her credit, imagining all the little ones and zeros flying away as Kotetsu rang up half the estimated cost. It was an awful lot of money to place on what was, for all extents and purposes, nothing more than a bet, but the paper dolls were confident. They felt confident, which was a lot different from acting confident, and surely they would have been eaten alive by now if they weren't capable of living up to their promises. She had no idea how long they'd had this shop, but it must have been long enough. Asuka would just have to have faith that they'd come through with something decent, if not spectacular.
A reservation, a present, a dress. With receipt in hand, that meant there was nothing left to do but wait. Twelve days and counting, soon to be eleven. The bells jingled as she exited the store, and Asuka paused there on the step to exhale in exhaustion and stress. This would all be over soon enough. She just had to be patient.
And go see if Rin would let her start smoking again...
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