#i have like a primal need to draw Violet with her natural hair color but my scared ass and i don't have the funny numbers

[oneroomjestershow]

This is kind of a redraw of a piece i did a long time ago when i read how Violet came to have so many plants to keep her company

this idea was haunting my head and NOW IM FINALLY FREE FROM THE CURSE

[ldangerousdreamsl]

Lipstick [Luka]

This is my first time writing and posting on Tumblr. Thank you for reading and any feedback is welcome I’d love to improve.

Special thanks to @emeraldtawny and @unstoppablelinda for beta reading and helping me to overcome my nerves.

Warning: NSFW

Every New Year the Black Army hosts a party to celebrate the holidays. They were all surprised when I told them that I would be spending my first time in the Cradle. They all expected me to return to the Land of Reason and spend it with my family.

But I had made my decision to leave that world behind me. I chose a life with Luka and that’s why I settled things in the Land of Reason and decided to stay here permanently.

While that was my main reason I would be lying if I said it was my only one. Recently I had been noticing more girls throwing themselves onto Luka. It was only natural as his girlfriend that I would be anxious.

The other day we were picking up groceries for dinner. The lady bagging them handed it to Luka and fondly held his hands. She began gushing about how beautiful he was and if he wanted to go out sometime. I had to physically rip her hands off of him and tell her he was already taken.

Luka was so shocked that he didn’t know what to do except apologize to me. I felt a little guilty because it wasnt his fault for being born with good looks. But ever since that day I felt anxious whenever Luka went out by himself.

For the party, I decided I was going to go all out. I would make myself worthy to stand by his side that anyone who looked at him would have no doubts.

The dress I wore was an onyx black for the Black Army. The fabric was soft and wrapped around my neck. It had no sleeves and draped down over my legs with an open slit to the side. As I looked in the mirror I nodded my head satisfied at how it outlined my body.

I tied my hair to the side, curling it so it fell in ringlets. Two silver earrings draped down from my ears, the metal at the end were shaped like spades. I wore a little makeup but wanted to make it appear light and natural. The only thing that stood out was the lipstick I pick. A deep red shade resembling the color of cherries.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Amari, are you ready?” Luka’s voice called out behind the door.

My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to the door to reveal a dapper looking Luka. He wore a navy blue suit with a tie that matched. Underneath was a crisp white collared shirt. His plum hair tied in a low ponytail in the back instead of to the side. His golden eyes were wide as they looked at me up and down.

Luka cleared his throat, pulling us both out of our dazes and offered me his arm.

“Shall we go?”

I could feel myself relieved at my decision to attend the party with him.

The building the Black Army had rented out was huge. The ballroom was filled with so many people from soldiers to citizens. They were all talking or drinking. Others were laughing or dancing. It was all so very lively.

Luka separated from me to go make a toast with all of the officers and told me he would come and find me later. I had occupied myself with greeting the Black Army soldiers I knew. Most of them I knew by name. I was walking to a refreshment table when I noticed the wide gesture of a woman flailing her arms.

I glanced over to see what the commotion was about.

She was talking to a man with a very expressive face and big gestures to emphasize her point. I couldn’t hear what she was talking about only that she was extremely passionate about it. Her dress was navy blue as it hugged her body tightly. The satin fabric draped all the way to the ground as the waves moving sideways added its own shape to the dress. Her dress had no sleeves and pushed away from her body as it tried to accommodate her large breasts.

I admired her beautiful auburn hair pinned up at the top of her hair in a mature hairstyle. I could immediately tell she was from a noble family and I look to see who she’s talking to. I was surprised to see Luka standing stiffly and awkwardly.

The woman laughs to herself and lightly smacks him on the arm. Luka flinches but laughs nervously too.

I make my way over, diving and dodging through people. I feel a little out of whack as I get closer but I can begin to hear their conversation now.

“Did I tell you I have a thing for guys with long hair? Your hair is the perfect length,” she smiles revealing flashy pearly whites.

“Th-thanks?” Luka gives her a polite weird look. “Uhm, I actually need to-”

“I think that violet shade is beautiful,” she continues, stepping closer.

“There you are Luka, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” I say as I smile widely approaching them.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Luka so happy to see me before. The red haired lady looks at me blankly.

I stand beside Luka and wrap both arms around his pressing my breasts into it. I give another charming smile to the lady.

“W-who is this?” The red haired lady is appalled by my gesture.

“Ah, this is my girlfriend. Amari,” Luka introduces me. His cheeks are dusted pink. I felt a sense of pride wash over me at the title. I straightened myself.

“Nice to meet you, Lady?”

“Hawthorne,” she hisses back. She glares at me with a nasty sneer.

“Lady Hawthorne. What a pleasure,” I let the sarcasm drip off my tongue.

“Luka dear,” I emphasized watching Luka’s cheeks grow redder and Lady Hawthorne become infuriated. “Ray said he was looking for you. He asked me to come get you,”

“Really? Why didn’t you say so earlier,” He addressed Lady Hawthorne with a bow like the polite gentleman he was. I curtsied. “Please excuse us,”

He offered me his arm which I happily accepted and guided us away from the crowds. I was sure I heard Lady Hawthorne scoff behind us. I led us through to a pair of open doors that led into an open hallway.

“Is this where Ray is?” Luka questioned.

I stopped and turned around to face him, “I haven’t seen Ray since we left the barracks,”

Luka’s eyes widened, “So that was all a lie, why would you do that?”

I stepped closer to Luka catching a whiff of his cologne. “Because right now, I want you to myself,”

I watch Luka’s adam apple bob as he gulps loudly at my confession. I would think with how long we’ve been dating he would be used to my straightforward talking. I wrap my arms around his neck bringing myself closer to his scent and presence.

“I feel a little insulted with how no one seems to get your taken,” I mumbled against him. “What more can I do to prove that you’re mine?”

I watch his eyelids flutter halfway shut as he looks at my lips. My forehead rests against his.

“I’m sorry, I should do more to reject their offenses,”

I lean closer until my nose touches his. His warm breath tickles my face

“Do you know how much it hurts to see other women flirt with you?” I tilt my head.

His body shivers against mine and our eyes meet.

We draw closer and I press my lips against his. Kissing his soft lips and caressing them with gentleness. But it hurts to go slow. I slip my tongue into his, feeling his warm mouth.

Luka’s hands wrap around my waist. But I don’t feel close enough. I press the back of his head closer and deeper into my mouth as our kiss heats up. Our mouths move faster against each other.

Feelings of desperation and longing mix as our tongues swirl around each other.

Luka quietly moans into the kiss and I feel my body shiver. We move until Luka’s pressed into the wall. When we finally pull away for air we look at each other.

Luka’s mouth is red all around from my lipstick and I find the mark to be quite befitting on him.

Hm where else could I leave mark? I feel my lips stretch into a wicked smile as I lean back in to Luka and press kisses down his warm neck.

I pop open the first few buttons of Lukas shirt and lower his tie as I trail lower.

Luka groans to the ceiling. “Wh-what are you doing? What if someone sees us?”

I hum onto his skin enjoying the shiver that rolls over his body.

“That would be bad, I would think,” I look up at him and he moves his eyes to look down at me with his head still tilted up. “One of the Black Army Officers in such a compromising position,” I run my tongue over my lips.

He whimpers and grabs my hands walking down the hallway further away from the party. His pace is quick and hurried a pace behind running.

“Where are we going?” I ask with a puzzled frown.

“Somewhere private,” was all Luka replied.

He turned a corner and opened a door. We both entered. The room was dark with two couches on each side of a coffee table. It sat on top of a ornate rug and looked like some sort of meeting room.

Luka locked the door and looked at me. Even without light in the room I could see the look of primal desire in them.

“We can continue here,” he looked around the room

I smiled to myself and decided to play a game.

“Continue what?” I asked innocently lacing my hands behind my back.

Luka looked at me with a shocked look. He opened his mouth and started to speak before realizing what words would be coming out letting the rest die out as a squeak.

I giggled and approached him, “What naughty things were you thinking of?” I dragged a finger down his chest. His taut body was hard beneath his suit.

“I-” words faltered on his lips.

“What? I couldn’t hear you?” I teased. I pulled on his tie bringing his head lower. I whispered in the shell of his ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”

A whine escaped Luka’s lips, “Stop teasing me,” his voice came out breathless.

I bit his earlobe tugging on it gently as I let one of my hands drag down the front of Luka till it reached the tent in his pants.

“What do we have here?” My voice a low whisper as my fingers ghosted over his erection.

He grabbed my hand and pulling it up as his other pushed my shoulder so I met his beautiful eyes.

“I’m still a man, you know?” his voice came out like a growl that was sent right to my core.

I smiled at him, putting a hand on his cheek, “Yes. What can my man do?”

He pushed me down onto the couch hovering over me as he kissed me hard and long till I was breathless. After enduring my teasing I could tell Luka wanted more. The way he lightly nipped and pulled at my lips.

I held his shoulders as his hand traveled down my body feeling me through the dress. His hand slipped through the slit and rubbed my thighs.

I grabbed his hair pulling him into a deeper kiss as his hands began to travel closer to where I needed them. Luka’s groan sent a vibration through his body that had me shivering at the sensation.

Luka pulled back and put his knee in between my legs as he looked down at me. A dark haze in his eyes as they swept over my body what I imagined looked like a mess.

We kept eye contact as my hand pulled down his tie and remove his jacket and collared shirt revealing his muscular torso. His chest rose and fell in labored breath as my hands ran down them, tracing the skin. He put his hand on the arm rest above me, leaning closer so my hands could travel easier.

“You’re so handsome,” I sighed as my thumb rubbed against his nipple. Luka’s sharp intake of breath was all I needed as an answer.

I moved my hands down his abdomen going over to his pants. My hands were quick to undo his buckle and open his pants. Slipping my fingers under the fabric and rubbing his dick that ached for attention.

Luka shut his eyes a groan slipping out of his mouth as I stroked the sensitive flesh. His breathing grew faster and harder as I circled the head of it.

One of his hands came down to my breast and I felt him squeeze it.

“Mm,” I responded as he began massaging it. His hand was so large and warm on it I couldn’t get enough of his touch.

I pulled down his pants and underwear to fully expose his dick. It stood hard and bright pink as it begged for more.  

I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked on them catching Lukas attention. I moved them back down and began pumping with a somewhat tight gri[. My spit coating his dick and creating friction.

“Ahh,” Luka cried out, “I can’t cum on your dress. Its black,”

I didn’t stop, “So what are you going to do?”

I watch his face strain as he held back but his pleasure was getting to him. I spread the precum that was escaping. I enjoyed every single sound that was coming from his mouth despite his struggle to suppress it. When I felt Luka getting close I slowed my hand to a stop.

Luka let out a whine but didn’t resist when I put my hands on his shoulders pushing him down onto the couch. With our switched positions I hovered over him taking in his blushing face lined with perspiration. His eyes were little slits as he struggled to keep the open. His mouth was wide as he tried to take in air.

“Want me to help you?” I asked looking down at him fluttering my eyelashes

Luka gulped, his hips thrusting up into me at the lack of attention.

“Please. Amari please,”

I smiled at him dragging a finger down his cheek, “You know me so well. I love it when you beg,”

I put my hands on his strong thighs keeping him locked in place. I leaned down and put his dick into my mouth.

It was so big and warm as I circled the head licking the dripping precum. Luka’s hips tried to buck up desperate to go deeper but I managed to hold them down. I started dragging my tongue under the underside of it.

Slowly I began moving it farther back into my mouth. The flesh slowly going down the back of my throat. Luka had covered his mouth with his hand but it wasn’t enough to muffle the loud moan. I relaxed my throat and finished shoving him down, gagging as a reflex.

When I swallowed I was met with and even more delighted moan as Luka turned into a mess underneath me. His breathing sounded louder and my hands weren’t strong enough to keep him from bucking into me again.

I hummed a soft tune as I let the vibrations do their magic.

“Ah- Amari!” I felt his dick twitch and pulse against my throat.

I pulled back and out my lips made a popping noise. Luka had lifted his head to watch me. His eyes were bleary and dazed as they tracked my movement.

I kept eye contact with him as I started from the base. I let my tongue out all the way as I licked him from the bottom to the top. At the tip I flicked it with my tongue catching his precum.

Luka had squeezed his eyes shut. I circled the tip before sliding him back into my mouth.

“I-I’m so close,” Luka’s voice sounded weak and hoarse.

I started a slow pace gradually bringing it faster. The hard muscle slid through my mouth in and out. Luka tried to meet the same pace thrusting into my mouth.

A gentle brush against Luka’s balls was his undoing. Luka had taken his hand off his mouth as both hands were clutching the couch beneath him in a white fist.

“I’m cumming,” His voice louder than usual.

His dick thummed as it released and I was diligent about swallowing every last bit of the warm sweet liquid. Even as the last drop fell I gently continued sucking causing Luka to shiver with sensitivity.

He put his hand on my lower back as he looked at me weakly. I pulled away leaving his dick limp and satisfied. I smiled as I rose up and met him in a long kiss. He groaned in my mouth as he tasted himself.

“Ready to go back to the party?” I asked brushing the hair away from his face.

“Are you kidding me?” his voice was hoarse.

“The sooner we get back out there the faster we can go home and you can repay the favor,” I said grabbing his hand and placing it above the drenched spot in my dress.

Another moan escaped him.

“Why don’t I just do it now?” Luka smiled rubbing it through the fabric.

A knock came at the door.

“Luka. Amari. Are you in there?” Sirius’ voice asked.

Both of our bodies froze paralyzed at being found.

“Yeah,” I answered sending a playful look to a crestfallen Luka. “Hold on, we just wanted to get away from the party,”

I got off of Luka and collected his shirt and coat. I threw them to him as I began fixing my hair and smoothing my dress. I turned back to look at Luka who had just finished hiking his tie up again.

I opened the door to reveal a tired looking Sirius.

“We’ve been looking for you guys. We have to take the annual photo Luka,” He looked passed me and addressed Luka.

Luka sighed and got off the couch. The three of us began heading back to the party.

“Also,” Sirius started, “Luka, tuck in your shirt,”

[athyrabunlord]

Of Cats and Thieves

A/N: Inspired by the Job Set on SIF, though throughout writing this, I found that I couldn’t fully explore this AU until the other four are released too OTL Hence, only a short blip here. I’ll most likely write more and finalize the nonexisting plot and ships when I know what other jobs the rest have XD Words: 2,130 Ship(?): Kanan x Mari

“Not this one either…”

Violet versus gold. The dark-haired woman could practically see her own reflection as she crouched and peered at the calico cat. Unafraid and merely curious, the cat reached out and lightly pawed at her nose. She laughed quietly, which seemed to encourage the critter because it boldly hopped onto her shoulder and began to play with her long ponytail.

“Hey, careful there,” she said half-heartedly and was met with a dismissive flick of tail. Feline nature indeed, doing as it pleased. Sighing, she studied the slip of paper in her hand for the umpteenth time.

Why was she looking for lost pet cats again?

The calico cat meowed and rubbed its head against her cheek.

“Yes, I know, it’s because I’m fond of your kind.” Resigned, she scratched at her new friend’s ear, earning a rumbling purr. One look at a kitty and she became putty. On the other hand, cats also returned her affections and would scent-mark her whenever possible. She could easily approach a random cat on the street and it would let her pet it.

One time, she returned to her office covered in cats, startling her colleague slash partner, Detective Watanabe You. Unfortunately for the blue-eyed woman, cats did not like her and fled in  hissing balls of fur.

Even then, You loved cats and often helped out in these cat-searching missions.

“I should’ve let her handle this case-”

The calico cat promptly knocked over her black cap.

“Now now, I’m at least the Chief Inspector, I deserve some respect?”

A nonchalant yawn was the only response from her feline companion..

“… right, Chief Inspector but looking for lost pet cats. Maa.”

Matsuura Kanan had many errands to run, but truthfully she did not mind this quest. It was nice to be able to entrust some tasks to dependable colleagues, giving her the chance to enjoy a fine afternoon like this. Rather than desk work, she preferred patrolling or simply strolling around town and interact with the folks.

She did tend to forget time and would continue working until she was satisfied with her progress. Her adopted sister Maru certainly wasn’t very happy when she came home in the middle of the night the other day. And to punish her for sleeping right on the tatami without setting up futon, the young calligrapher drew on her face with especially dark-colored ink.

Kanan didn’t know she had circles all over her face until she ran into Chika the next morning.

“Oh yeah, Chika, I should go get her. She’s better at recognizing cats anyway.”

Though popular with cats, Kanan couldn’t tell one cat from the other if they were the same breed. Her good friend Takami Chika was a hair stylist who also groomed pet dogs and cats if patrons requested so. Perhaps Chika had a box of mikan to spare - Kanan needed something to placate Maru since she’ll probably work late today again.

The Chief Inspector did not want to be whacked on the head with a giant ink brush.

“Hey you, get back here!”

The commotion caused her to narrow her eyes and school in her expression. Gently but firmly, she tugged the cat off of her shoulder and gave it an apologetic pat before standing up. The cook from a nearby restaurant was shouting about ‘eat-and-run’ at a bedraggled, unshaven man, who fled down the street while shop owners and passersby watched on with hesitation  She did not blame them for not wanting to get involved, for such intervention nowadays warranted more trouble than it was worth.

And thus, being responsible for law enforcement, she must work harder to preserve peace so civilians did not have to worry about having their quotidien life disturbed.

She kept her stance relaxed and waited for the man to near her. The moment he stepped within range, she tilted her sheathed saber and tripped him in a fluid motion. When he struggled to get up, she struck his calf as a warning but she didn’t expect him to curl up in pain. She was certain that she held back her strength.

Frowning, she observed the man’s malnourished state and held out a hand to stop the cook before the angry man could rip into the perpetrator.

“Chief, thank you for catching the little rat. He thought he could just sneak away without paying? Think again, scoundrel!”

She could only give the cook a strained smile before returning her attention back to the obviously scared man. She noticed his eyes were on her police cap and especially her saber. She carefully removed her hand from the hilt and was disheartened by how much he relaxed just from this simple gesture.

The abuse of police power was usual nowadays and her colleagues from other jurisdictions had no problem drawing their weapons, or even killing suspects, all in the name of law.

Kanan tried to keep her voice as even as possible as if not to scare the frightened man. “Is it true that you did not pay for the food you ate, mister?”

After all, innocent until proven guilty.

Under the cook’s vicious glare, the pitiful man nodded in shame. “I-I was really hungry, Chief. P-Please don’t throw me in jail.”

Jail, where the incarcerated often perished from inmate abuse or ‘mysterious’ circumstances, or at least that was how the general public viewed it. And sadly, that was mostly true.

“Yeah I won’t. In return-” she raised her voice before the cook could exclaim in outrage, “you have to help out at the restaurant, to pay back the food you ate. I’ve been to your place before, Cook-san. Weren’t you understaffed and needed someone to wash dishes?”

“Well yes, but..” Huffing, the cook folded his arms and his hard stare softened slightly, perhaps seeing how sorry the thief appeared. “Alright, fine, I suppose that’s an acceptable arrangement for the few pork buns that you ate. Heck, if you can last the whole day and do a decent job, you can have dinner too.”

The thief’s face lit up and thanked them both profusely before submissively following the cook to his ‘new job’. Kanan let out a quiet sigh of relief. The man wasn’t born evil and certainly deserved a second chance, for he was merely led astray by pangs of hunger.

She blinked and turned around when she heard someone clapping.

A beautiful woman seated under the shades of a nearby tea shop was smiling at her. Since this town was close to a port city, it was not unusual to see golden-haired foreigners mingling with the locals. However, this stranger appeared completely at ease with the graceful way she held herself, and her flowy dress of elaborate designs implied her wealth and perhaps powerful background.

The blonde, still smiling, beckoned at her with a curl of her elegant finger.

Kanan looked around and pointed at herself in bewilderment. The stranger giggled and nodded.

Hesitantly, she dug through her mind for her limited vocabulary and approached the foreigner. “Yes, miss? How can I help you?”

“Wow, your English is pretty good~” The blonde replied with perfect Japanese, though there was an accented lilt interlaced in her voice that tickled Kanan for some reason.

“Er, thank you? Your Japanese is good too. Have you been here long?” She scratched her cheek in slight embarrassment as the woman peered at her rather intensely.

“Oh, I’ve been around, though yes, I’ve only recently moved to this town. I’m Mary O’Hara… hmm, you can just call me Mari~ And your name is, dashing chief-san?”

“Kanan, Matsuura Kanan,” she dipped her cap in greeting, blinking in confusion yet again when Mari giggled. Did she say or do something funny?

As if sensing her unspoken question, Mari languidly waved her hand. “Eheh, pleased to finally know your name, Kanan. Love the way you handled that little situation just now. There are so many ways you could’ve handled it yet, unlike other police officers I’ve seen in other districts, you’ve kept your sword nicely sheathed.”

“Well, I didn’t see the point in excessive violence,” Kanan furrowed her brows. Perhaps it was time to bring up the matter again in the next conference, though she knew her concerns would be ignored like every other time.

“You just did what your heart tells you, ne? Very shiny of you. Helping out the elderly, caring for children and looking for lost cats, you certainly are a rare find.”

Kanan frowned. “Have you been following me, miss?” And without her noticing too?

“Who knows? If I say I’m your stalker, would you arrest me, hmm?” Mari sent her a flirtatious wink and her lips curved into a feline-esque smirk.

“Err, not really.” The chief inspector shuffled uncomfortably. It wasn’t the first time that she has conversed with ladies who were interested in her, though she never knew how to handle the situation. She has been told numerous times, by both Hanamaru and Chika, that she was ‘denser and worse than You’, whatever that meant. Sure, she was aware at some level that ladies were attracted to her, not that she understood why. Yet everything she did, even sincere rejections, only encouraged them more.

“May I ask why you’ve been… observing me, Miss?”

At this, Mari’s smirk eased to a faint smile. A calculating, almost challenging gleam appeared in those chartreuse eyes as opposed to the humor from earlier, and it put Kanan on guard.

“Like I said, you’re a fine specimen, that’s all, Chief. I’m just curious about you.”

“Thank you for your compliment?” Kanan decided to reply after moments of deliberation. There was not much she could say when she didn’t even know what the blonde was trying to do. The more she talked to Mari, the more exposed she felt as if the latter could see through her.

It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it felt disconcerting enough that a primal part of her urged her to flee, to be somewhere she could feel like herself again.

She dipped her cap awkwardly. “Well then, have a good day, Miss.”

“Hold on…”

Mari stood up and held out her hand as if to stop her, but stumbled over her long dress after a few steps. Instinctively, Kanan caught her in her arms and tensed as faint lemon perfume and other aroma permeated her senses.

Her hands lingered a little before she snapped to her senses and forcefully pulled away. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Thank you for catching me.” Mari appeared just as surprised at this turn of events, though she quickly regained composure and laughed teasingly. “You have sturdy arms, Chief. It’s too bad this long coat of yours hides those wonderful muscles~”

Uncertain what to say, Kanan only nodded and tried not to squirm when the blonde lightly squeezed her arm.

The tantalizing scent of perfume brushed against her again and she felt something warm against her cheek briefly.

“Hope to see you again soon, Kanan. Ciao~”

The Chief Inspector stood there dumbly and watched as Mari sauntered down the street and out of sight. She touched her cheek in disbelief, still reeling from the bewitching aroma and electrifying sensation of soft lips against her skin.

She shook her head. What had gotten into her? She needed something to focus her mind, oh yes, the request. What did the lost cat look like again? She stuffed her hand into her pocket for the paper with its description, only to discover a small card with violet decor and star insignia.

When did she slip this into her pocket? Frowning, Kanan stared at the card that had ‘Ohara Apothecary’ and its address printed on the front. She flipped to the back and found an invitation written in elegant cursive.

‘Drop by anytime~ I have a feeling you’ll come see me soon.’

Kanan pursed her lips and placed the card into her pocket, unsettled and unwilling to ponder further. While she was intrigued by this mysterious foreigner, she was rather off-put by how easily Mari had gotten past her defenses.

She was never this careless, especially not around strangers no matter how friendly they seemed.

“Meow~”

The calico cat from earlier had wandered back to her and this time, it brought two more friends. It pawed at her leg, as if reprimanding her for ditching it before. Desperate for something to calm her nerves, Kanan crouched down to greet it and let it hop onto her shoulder again.

The other two sniffed at her hand for a few moments before allowing her to pat them. Grinning, Kanan caressed at their soft fur and indulged in this wonderful feeling. So soothing, so healing!

Her trance was interrupted by the calico cat’s agitated croon. It was batting at her ponytail and nudging against her head with a rumbling purr. The odd sensation had her reach for her cap, but her hand found nothing.

Her cap wasn’t there.

“Huh?”

She stared at the direction where the blonde cat-like woman had gone and was quite aware of the non-existent weight of the card in her pocket.

Mari was right after all. They will see each other again soon.