one; voice

[pureblissed]

[ Two single steps could be heard as boots met the pavement. There was a pause, perhaps a moment to look around her.

She just got out of the car though, right?

The voice that could be heard was soft-- a child's voice. A gentle tone, yet it held a hint of confusion. ]

Ah-- Everyone...? This is the Gesso hideout?

[ Another pause, following a few shuffles

Comments

[sfortunato]

Aa ... This can't be good.

[pureblissed]

voice.

[sfortunato]

Uhh ... I'm no good with kids, er --

N-no matter, though.

That seems to be your standard reply, anyway.

voice.

[pureblissed]

That's okay.

What's your name-?

voice.

[sfortunato]

[ and this is where the fear of both byakuran and gamma -- mixed with a strong sense of pity for this poor little girl sink in. fml. ]

Aa -- it's probably not the right time.

You're probably creative, right? T-tell you what. Why don't you make one up.

Call me what you'd like.

voice. 1/2

[pureblissed]

You don't want me to know your name.

voice.

[pureblissed]

Is Fiore okay for now, sir?

voice. 1/2

[sfortunato]

I don't mean to offend -- !

voice.

[sfortunato]

That's just fine. Thank you for the cooperation.

Have you made contact with the person you're looking for?

voice.

[pureblissed]

It's nice to meet you. I'm Uni.

Ah, I've...

voice.

[sfortunato]

It's very nice to meet you as well.

You have..?

voice.

[pureblissed]

I have.

voice.

[sfortunato]

I see.

That's good to know.

voice.

[pureblissed]

I'm thankful.