LOG: [Thread][Ginger, Kyoko][CLOSED]
WHO: Ginger Bread, Sasagawa Kyoko
WHAT: Ginger finally meets and talks to Kyoko-chaaaaan~
WHERE: Kokuyo bookstore
WHEN: Today, this morning :)
RATING: I'm guessing it's G? Ginger is currently harmless, yanno.
WARNING(s): Er. TBA, bb♥
Ginger would not break promises, of course. Once he had told Kyoko that he would visit, he opened up a small amount of time in his schedule the next day and truly decided to visit. He was curiously to see who this Sasagawa Kyoko is, a very nice persona compared to the rest of the intimidating bunch that Mukuro had wrapped around his fingers. If a girl as seemingly sweet as her could stand that kind of environment, then he would personally commend her.
Not that it matter to him, anyway. He had been used to Mukuro and his antics, and had clearly recognized that that place is not the sort to go looking for friendly-looking clerks and cashiers and shelf boys. Once he had become a regular customer, he got used to the place and thought no more of it as the days passed, only feeling amused whenever he'd see people enter the place joyfully only to come out with somber moods.
He entered the place, basking himself in his warmth, before quickly walking around the place to look for a pretty dark-haired girl stacking books about the place.
WHAT: Ginger finally meets and talks to Kyoko-chaaaaan~
WHERE: Kokuyo bookstore
WHEN: Today, this morning :)
RATING: I'm guessing it's G? Ginger is currently harmless, yanno.
WARNING(s): Er. TBA, bb♥
Ginger would not break promises, of course. Once he had told Kyoko that he would visit, he opened up a small amount of time in his schedule the next day and truly decided to visit. He was curiously to see who this Sasagawa Kyoko is, a very nice persona compared to the rest of the intimidating bunch that Mukuro had wrapped around his fingers. If a girl as seemingly sweet as her could stand that kind of environment, then he would personally commend her.
Not that it matter to him, anyway. He had been used to Mukuro and his antics, and had clearly recognized that that place is not the sort to go looking for friendly-looking clerks and cashiers and shelf boys. Once he had become a regular customer, he got used to the place and thought no more of it as the days passed, only feeling amused whenever he'd see people enter the place joyfully only to come out with somber moods.
He entered the place, basking himself in his warmth, before quickly walking around the place to look for a pretty dark-haired girl stacking books about the place.