one of my [best] pieces of fiction.

[love_ribbon]

[[ Backdated to February 29th. ]]Given that Bakura was usually at work around this time of day, Miho was glad to have someone to eat lunch with. She didn't know Shizuka well at all. They didn't know each other past a few words exchanged online. At least Miho was aware that she was someone to be trusted -- she was Jounouchi's little sister. For that

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[redhairedbird]

Despite the fact that it was hardly the coldest day of the year, Shizuka was still bundled up like a little penguin, complete with hats, gloves, and scarf. She'd never dealt well with the cold weather despite having lived with it her whole life, and preferred not to be out of doors at all unless it was a good 60 degrees out

[love_ribbon]

Her plan had worked, and Miho turned around to face Shizuka with a large smile. She was actually amused by how bundled up the red-haired girl currently was -- Miho herself had on a skirt, shirt, and a heavy jacket, but she hadn't felt the need for anything more (though she was currently regretting not bringing gloves). "Hello, Shizuka-chan!" she greeted. Then, politely, she added, "It's very nice to meet you face to face! Jounouchi-kun used to talk about you a lot."

She sighed, slightly surprised when she found her breath was visible -- maybe it really was colder than she'd estimated. "Mm, maybe we should hurry inside." Her brows furrowed slightly as she made another puff of air, just to watch it. It was something simple that shouldn't amuse her so much, but she hadn't spent much time outside this winter. She was given some leeway, though she doubted she was making a good impression on Shizuka

[redhairedbird]

Shizuka managed to stifle a giggle, but only barely. Miho seemed rather entranced by the cold mist her breath created, and Shizuka almost didn't want to interrupt her. How the girl was out without more layers of clothing on was a mystery to Shizuka, but there were often things she didn't understand, and she wasn't impolite enough to voice any of them.

Or to point out that Miho's fascination was charmingly child-like. That would have been downright rude.

Chewing on her lower lip, Shizuka stared intently at the concrete beneath their feet as if it held all the answers in the world. Mentally, she was perusing a map of the immediate area - or what little she knew of it - trying to pinpoint a restaurant that not only served tasty food, but was within a very short walking distance.

Despite gloves, her fingers felt numb.

"There's a pizzeria that way," she said, pointing, "and a diner..." She was uncertain what the girl wanted to eat, so she said nothing further.

[love_ribbon]

Both suggestions sounded good to Miho, but given how hungry she was at the moment (she'd skipped breakfast, unintentionally, to finish dusting Bakura's apartment before noon), she imagined anything would have sounded nice. Drawing what she knew from the area as well, she replied, "Then let's go to the pizzeria." It was closer than the diner, and closer was certainly better.

Burying her hands in her pocket, she nodded in the direction Shizuka had pointed and started walking. "... how's your day been so far?" Small-talk was incredibly awkward, more so when you barely knew the person you were with.