We're walking in the air

[notsogrim]

Characters: Botan, anyone who would enjoy bothering her
Content: Despite being Death, Botan hasn't seen everything. Reading fills in the gaps.
Location: Just outside 225 W. 57th St
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: None.

Comments

[godless]

Typically Cheryl wouldn't be this far away from the Cathedral, but she was out of peroxide and hair color, her roots were starting to show, and all the convenience stores nearby had already been cleaned out. So she'd headed out, block by block, on what was probably the stupidest mission, but she didn't feel like being that weird chick with the half black half blonde hair.

An hour of walking, and she ended up no closer to having hair dye than she was at home. Sighing in frustration she resolved she was going one more block and then giving up for the day.

It was then that she spotted a woman with blue hair sitting outside and reading. Thinking that was an obvious dye job (since whose hair is naturally blue except creepy old ladies?) she walked towards her, hands stuffed in her pockets out of habit.

"Hey, um, hi." She was terrible at making herself known to other people, and it wasn't like she'd been the most social person in the city since arriving.

[notsogrim]

It was good that the whole hair bit was a inner monologue, because Botan was very, verrrry sensitive when it came to her hair.

For some reason.

She looked up at the soft voice, putting on her best smile. "Ah, hello there, dear." She sat the book to the side.