Mireille stood in the corner down the street from her home, where she had arranged for Dark to pick her up. She was dressed a bit more upscale than usual, in a pretty ankle-length black skirt with slits up the side and a dark red blouse, something she could still run in, but that seemed fairly...normal. Even when she was pretty sure she was not ( Read more... )

Mireille only had a few minutes to tidy up the place before Zelda arrived, but she did the best she could. It was odd that she cared...the woman had seen her in nothing but a t-shirt, when the apartment hadn't been tidied at all. And yet it did, in fact, matter ( Read more... )

To say that Mireille did not have company often would have been a massive understatement. Before Kirika had moved in, the last person to come into her small home had been her uncle, and that had been nearly four years ago. She rather liked the fact that she had a place that was just hers. She'd found it necessary to share that space with her new ( Read more... )