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[Boredom was an interesting thing. Hazuki was sure some Contractors must experience it- she was sure she had, at times. In this City most of all. And if it did not interfere with the basic tenants of her personal safety, she did not see anything wrong with trying to erase that irksome thing.

She had very few hobbies, however. Perhaps she should get a new one. ... If only something out there seemed interesting.

As it was, she was curbing that odd instinct by walking the streets. Taking advantage, some might call it. Perverse retribution was what Hazuki thought of it as. She, whose contract required her to kiss men so intensely after using her powers, uncursed, and the rest affected?

It was almost funny.]

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Is this supposed to be emotional, or physical?

I can't tell.


[ooc; feel free to encounter Hazuki anywhere in the city. However, if you're a man she will... actively avoid being near you if you seem cursed.]

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[Why? A place to belong... does she even know what that is? Hazuki's face always has a certain reserved, some might even call it blank or dull, quality to it, but-]

Why?

[She hadn't actually planned to ask.]

[flensing]

[Ah... and now there's the choice of whether or not to answer.]

It was... never something I expected to have.

[Even if they had somehow appeased Lucie's ghost. Where would they have gone? A pair of transient young women, one of whom lacked even a full high school's worth of education.

But they hadn't managed that, and Lucie was gone, hope was gone. Most of her soul feels like it's still laid out on the floor of her cell.]

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Ah.

[She'd never really had a "home". Before she'd become a Contractor, when she'd been capable of those emotions more so than now, she had always had "Grandfather's estate". It had never been hers, nor her mother's, nor even her father's. And then she'd lost those feelings and she'd never had a home after that, she'd had bases of operation and safehouses.]

You'll have to tell me what it's like.

[She says it sort of like a cynical joke, a small tug in her lip.]

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[Oh Miss Hazuki. Anna looks back up at her earnestly. She would like to tell her, hopefully in a way she might understand.]

You're welcome to visit, Miss Hazuki.

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[That's a first. (Not that it should matter.) No one has ever invited her to their home.

She doesn't know what the proper response is, and her response lags for a moment. Someone less perceptive might think it was because of distaste for the idea, but subtle facial expressions betrayed otherwise.]

I would accept.

[flensing]

[Her own little smile is faint. Miss Hazuki is not the most at ease being social, and Anna does not want to hang too much weight on it, leave things casual and easy, faintly distant. That was the best for both of them, maybe.]

I will have some furniture by then.

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[It was.]

That would be ideal.

[Otherwise, sitting would be quite awkward!]

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[She dips her head in a little nod.]

I'll take care of it, and I'll see you then.

[Her tone suggests the goodbye, and she straightens herself out to carry on home.]

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[Hazuki is not the type to stop someone- not like this. The transaction was over.

She bowed slightly, then went her own way as well.]