the red light parade, [o]

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SAKAMOTO AZUSA!
YOU CAN PUT ME IN A CAGE AND LOCK ME AWAY

I'LL PLAY THE GAMES THAT YOU WANT ME TO PLAY
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He definitely, for sure, one hundred percent - did not belong here.

Azusa trudged through the grim-tacked streets, his Addidas sneakers scraping gently against the blackened asphalt. Bright, multi-coloured lights dotted everywhere his eyes laid sight upon - from the flashing neon signs of nearby pubs to the dotted billboards decorated to look like giant bowling pins, advertising a bowling alley down the street. Everywhere he went was a stench of alcohol - and every plaza he crossed Azusa would spot a few drunkards sprawled upon the elevated concrete, trying to pass the night away or trying to pass their hangover. Which ever the case was, Azusa knew he didn't belong here. Hurriedly shifting his bag closer together, he tucked his tripod stand (which was now folded into one, small unit) beneath his arms, walking quickly.

His breath came out like frosted mint burning in the air. A light shower of snow cast themselves in the pitch-black darkness of a sky. As Azusa walked, his shoes crunched lightly in the thin film of white upon the floor. He dared not to look up too far - otherwise he'll be thrown into a spell of mesmerizing red lanterns blurring with the overlay of snow.

'Calm down, Azusa.' He mentally chided himself, keeping his gaze as steady as possible as he continued with his venture through this part of town, wary of whatever suspicious people that might approach him on... unfriendly terms. 'You're just here to meet the cabaret club manager, discuss the commission details, then leave. You'll be back home in no time.' Yeah right. That was a big, fat lie. He knew with all the shady things going on here, he can't guarantee that he'll be able to make back to Chiyoda - in one piece or entirely at all. 'Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating things, but c'mon... this is Kabuki-chou. Anything can happen.' He grumbled in his mind, walking past a few brothels making sure his eyes didn't stray too far.

Too late. Some random prostitute dressed like a grandmother slut can strutting out the front door at the shop a few yards down the road he was heading. Swiveling her head around, her eyes met his, and Azusa visibly paled, swerving his eyesight away. 'Thanks for the memories, Kabuki-chou. Now I'll make sure never to visit you again.' He thought sickly and his body began to work a U-bend around the woman. The prostitute however, seemed persistent on chasing a possible target for tonight, and began to walk after him, throwing the most seductive smile she could manage.

'Oh God, no, no, no, no, no, no...' Azusa could feel the skin behind his neck prickle, and felt his legs pumping faster. As his strikes got longer, the faster was the clicks of her high heels. Now dead set on escaping the monstrocity woman as quickly as possible, Azusa took a sharp swerve to the right, but not before colliding into something solid. Bouncing back a little, he stumbled back and managed to catch his tripod stand just in time before the concrete took its metallic shine to the grave.

"S-Sorry!" He blurted out quickly, rubbing at the sore spot on his chin where it collected against something solid - like a jacket button or something.

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TAGGED --- open
WORDS --- 551
MUSIC --- always by 中島美嘉
NOTES --- quick, someone save him from that slut! D':

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[SHINSATO MERLEAWE]

^{* Where did you go when you knew you didn't know me?}

_{and you never wanted to figure it out?}

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Merleawe¡¯s breath was slow and despite the eighteen year olds unusually hurried pace her half-lidded and rather uninterested facial features remained unchanging. Her ice blue eyes remained half-lidded as she stared ahead, gaze unmoving as her lips were set in a thin line. Blank and what people described to ¡®lack emotion¡¯ however it didn¡¯t mean that the girl didn¡¯t hold any feeling at all.

Just very little, to the point where it seemed like none.

Actually ¨C Merleawe paused and her vision lifted upwards for a brief second ¨C where was she exactly going? The girl¡¯s eyebrow¡¯s narrowed at the sight of fallen snow, drifting lazily in the air much like she was. With this face she was born with, the way the snow seemed to be in a daze often matched along with how she seemed.

Or, at least, that¡¯s what her mother used to tell her in the very limited chit-chats they shared. Merleawe¡¯s breath grew hot against the cold air as she blinked away some cold from her eyelashes, gaze dropping back down as it had been before.

It seemed the teenager was lost once more; it wouldn¡¯t be the first time. For an individual such as herself, top of the class and constantly mind-crunching books¡­. Oddly enough Merleawe ¡®Alexi¡¯ Shinsato was quite the direction idiot.

The light-haired girl¡¯s lips pressed together and her sleeve-hidden hands dropped back to her sides as she stared blankly ahead, pace beginning to slow into a sluggish walk now.

Merleawe¡¯s vision darted side-to-side before narrowing, obviously it seemed there wasn¡¯t any other way to go but forward and backwards seeing as her sides were surrounded with risqu¨¦ looking strip clubs and brothel¡¯s as well as some eateries that were less then decent for her standards. How strange it was to see prostitutes mingled amongst people who wanted to grab a bite to eat.

¡°Hey there Miss.¡± Merleawe blinked when she suddenly found herself being pulled backwards, the light-haired teenager tilted her head just enough to see who exactly had slowed her stroll. The face of a greasy haired, fat, old man bellowed just inches above Mel¡¯s own height as she gave a blank stare to the stranger.

¡°Yes?¡± Merleawe¡¯s tone was flat and the words slipped past her lips effortlessly as they held neither a pitch of urgency or insistence. Just pure nothing.

¡°You¡¯ve got quite the pretty face, would you like to consider working for me?¡± the man inquired with a raised eyebrow, one fat finger reaching out to hold the girl¡¯s chin..

Merleawe¡¯s skin quickly crawled, a hint of discomfort just barely gleaming through her ice blue eyes. Though, in a brief second it was gone and Mel continued to stare with a half-lidded gaze, lips parting just slightly.

¡°I¡¯d rather you didn¡¯t unnecessarily touch me.¡± Merleawe stated in a calm tone, stepping away from his hold and rubbing the place where his filthy fingers had held.

¡°Ah. Ah. Sorry! But, you should seriously consider it.¡± The man inched forward, grinning just enough for Merleawe to get a small whiff of his breath.

Merleawe continued to blink at the man but she turned on her heels and began walking away at the pace she had earlier, wearing the same listless facial features.

¡°Hey, what¡¯s the hurry?¡± the old man chortled behind, the loud heaving footsteps audible over all the chatter on the streets.

¡°There appears to be nothing wrong with my pace, I¡¯m going at a normal speed for the average human being, sir.¡± Merleawe responded without so much as a glance behind her, no malice or intentions of snapping noticeable in her tone.

Soon enough the man appeared to have disappeared in silence after the teens phrase, Merleawe remained silent as her lips pursed together. Had he given up on the chase so soon? It was strange, usually persistent irritations like that were a lot more¡­ well, persistent.

Glancing backwards just for a moment Merleawe suddenly found herself bumping into someone from the opposite direction, stumbling backwards a couple steps.

Disoriented for a brief moment the light-haired girl¡¯s ice blue eyes remained unchanged as she stared blankly at the blonde boy in front of her who was stuttering some form of an apology.

¡°Apology accepted.¡± She responded in her normal flat tone, voice not reaching much louder than an average speaking level.

Merleawe studied Azusa¡¯s face for a second or two before her vision swept towards the prostitute that seemed to be nearing the pair. Eyes still half-lidded, Merleawes lips parted just barely as she continued on in her monotone voice.

¡°Please do your best to keep sexual relations from interfering with bystanders.¡± Merleawe gave a short nod as her sleeve hidden hands practically hung dead at her sides.

¡°Excuse me.¡± She gave another small nod that could double as a respective bow as she side stepped around Azusa, however, catching the fright in the blonde¡¯s eyes and the obvious signs of a chase, Merleawe let the smallest sigh creep from her mouth.

¡°Unless, you are in peril?¡± Merleawe inquired, a half-raised eyebrow hidden beneath long bangs.

¡°If you would like, Shinsato Merleawe would not be so disagreeable as to deny you assistance in your current situation.¡± The light-haired girl offered, seeming rather calm despite the fact that the prostitute was closing in on the two.

¡°Say as you please to deter her from the premises. I will not mind.¡±

[Fail post. Good luck working with it I guess xD... sorry!]

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SAKAMOTO AZUSA!
YOU CAN PUT ME IN A CAGE AND LOCK ME AWAY

I'LL PLAY THE GAMES THAT YOU WANT ME TO PLAY
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Azusa whimpered a little, his bottom lip quivering at the sound of clackity-clack, clackity-clack homing in closer and closer by the second. It seems like this young girl (whom he found strange to be wandering in this part of town at this time of night) had mistaken him for - for being a dirty, old man that's sexually depraved and is forced to resort to cheap prostitution that was currently forcing his bowels to engage in some sort of sick war internally. Biting his lip now, he shook his head furiously to counter her statement - and to prove that she had gotten the wrong idea, and -

Oh. Shit. The heels were right behind him now, and he was paralyzed in shock, whipping his head back in alarm, eyes wide. The woman, who looked like at the wrong end of her forties, sidled up to him, snaking a half-exposed arm around his neck and drew him in to her space of heavily-perfumed aroma, her other fingers trailing down from his cheek (which was now sweaty again), painted nails tickling his exposed skin. "Aww, no need to be shy and go around picking on younger girls," She cooed, before shooting the light-haired girl a meaningful glare, emphasizing on the mention of youth. Yelping in surprise, he jerked back from her grip, tripping backwards before huddling behind er... Shinsato Mea... Meru...

"P-Please? And thank you." He gulped, cramming a palm over his eyes before his image receptors died like batteries. Wait. Wait a second. What was he doing? He was running away from everything, and pushing what he should be doing to her. This stranger, who decided to help him even though he was as much as a stranger to her. Biting back at what he was about to do, Azusa let his palm slide down from his eyes, and loosely wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, smiling awkwardly back at the prostitute. "Err, just shush for a sec and play along." He hissed into her ear, before straightening back up again.

Clearing his throat, Azusa smiled shakily. "A-As you can see... I am happily taken by this lovely miss here... and I would very much appreciate it if you er... don't test our fidelity... as so..." He trailed off weakly at the end. The woman's flirtatious smile dropped like a can of rancid oysters, her brow furrowed rather disappointingly. "Ahh, is that so? Tch. You should've just said so in the beginning, you twit." Turning around haughtily, she began her march back.

Azusa lingered in the awkward embrace for another half-minute, making sure she was out of range before separating himself from the girl, face flushed. "Errr, I uhhh, sorry about that... to have involved you and... aw crap, I'm just sorry about that..." He hung his head down, a hand scratching the back of his hairline in humiliation. "I owe you a bunch, er - Shinsato Meru... Merl...?" Her name was a jumble of phonetics, and he couldn't believe that he was looking like a fool right now.

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TAGGED --- merleawe, open
WORDS --- 507
MUSIC --- it's my life / confessions pt 2 by bon jovi & usher
NOTES --- nah, your post's good. c:

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[SHINSATO MERLEAWE]

^{* She never knows when it's raining.}

_{She only knows when it's cold.}

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Merleawe¡¯s facial features barely twitched when Azusa coiled his arm around her shoulder, the girl¡¯s ice blue eyes slid to their corners to give the blonde a wary glance but overall it appeared rather unmoved with the action of ¡®affection¡¯.

Was this supposed to be one of those things that caused butterflies to flop around in your stomach? It didn¡¯t feel like anything particularly special and the eighteen year olds vision swerved back to the prostitute when told to ¡®play along¡¯.

Well, that was why she had offered her assistance in the first place? Wasn¡¯t it?

¡°Is this situation so undesirable that you must use such a rushed tone with me?¡± Merleawe¡¯s voice was barely audible and wasn¡¯t exactly expecting an answer; her monotone voice began to trail into silence as she allowed Azusa to do the speaking.

One eyebrow raised a centimeter or two beneath her long light-colored hair, well; it was the best excuse to come up with in a situation like this.

When given the participation of a female pawn while being pursued by another, you would normally spout an excuse along the lines of dating or commitment. Something most people feared getting entangled in, and the drastic change in personality on Azusa¡¯s particular ¡®pursuer¡¯ after the mention of the two¡¯s faked intimacy was proof enough.

With drooped eyelids Merleawe watched as the prostitute made herself disappear in a hurry, most likely after someone else¡¯s lower body parts and a quick buck. The thought sent an internal shiver in the senior, what would cause people to drop so low?

Even when orphaned, Merleawe had more pride then that.

Though, the girl¡¯s thoughts were interrupted when Azusa¡¯s awkward hold on her shoulder was lifted, and Mel¡¯s ice blue eyes shifted just enough to blink blankly at the boy as he began to stutter another sort of apology.

¡°You should consider speaking more clearly.¡± Merleawe suggested with her same robotic expression, sometimes it was a wonder if the girl was even human or just some kind of creation made in Tatsuya¡¯s basement.

¡°You¡¯re point has been understood. Apology accepted.¡±

Once more the eighteen year olds tone was neither high nor low as it remained on the same level as it always was. Looking rather uninterested in the whole of everything as she stared at the blush that worked its way over Azusa¡¯s cheeks.

¡°You owe me nothing. It was solely my decision to assist you.¡± She retorted after a second of silence, turning her head away from Azusa.

¡°If you¡¯d like to feel grateful, then it is not my say to object.¡± Merleawe gave the boy a short nod, dusting off her clothing, sleeves hiding away any signs that she even had hands beneath the flimsy layer of material.

¡°Merleawe. Shinsato, Merleawe.¡± The eighteen year old repeated, eyes hovering over Azusa¡¯s face for a moment before dropping back to a normal level. ¡°You have yet to introduce yourself.¡± Merleawe pointed out quietly, blinking with a vacant expression, she took a pause as if waiting for some sort of answer from the blonde.

¡°I seem to be lost.¡± Merleawe suddenly announced, eyebrows narrowing just slightly.

¡°If you¡¯ll excuse me, I must take leave.¡± She added, pursing her lips together as she glanced around the large crowds of shady figures.

Not even bothering to request for Azusa¡¯s help.

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SAKAMOTO AZUSA!
YOU CAN PUT ME IN A CAGE AND LOCK ME AWAY

I'LL PLAY THE GAMES THAT YOU WANT ME TO PLAY
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Azusa's smile faltered a little, feeling a little more than awkward now that he realized his face and neck were perspiring great amounts despite the chill in the night air. This girl... was like a pebble. No wait - that wasn't right; this girl was like a robot. That's right - unemotional, unfeeling, inexpressive - was she really human? Azusa couldn't help but frown a little - until a thought struck him. Maybe she isn't human. Maybe... she is an android! But... that idea seemed ludicrous, and there was no way, no way that such a human-looking robot would look and feel so... human. When he had touched her shoulders, they were warm. So she was a living and breathing thing, right?

When she forgave him for his earlier hijacked trespassing upon her privacy space, Azusa automatically let a hand up and scratch the side of his head, blinking rapidly as his blue eyes stared back at her, almost a bit too intensely. "U-Uhm, okay..." No matter how much he gawked at her, she looked perfectly human - except for that robotic, dead, expressionless... expression that was plastered all over her pale face like some wet, dead rat that wasn't going to move anymore. And it somehow... irked Azusa.

She took notice of her departure, and Azusa jerked a little, surprised that she was suddenly leaving. 'Well, duh of course, it's not like she's going to be your bodyguard all the way.' He hissed mentally to himself. Well, to tell the truth - that would be a nice idea, especially that that deadpan attitude of hers, she might as well help him scare off the rest of the loitering prostitutes on the street. "E-Err, wait a sec!" He called out, taking an immediate step forwards, hand reaching for her arm. "U-Uh, to tell the truth, I'm looking for a particular cabaret club - " He stopped, realizing that he sounded like he was here for the female goods after all! How utterly foolish! "Ah! I-I mean, I'm here to... meet the manager of that club, since I was hired to design a web page for his store..." He blabbered somewhat incoherently now, panic rising in his system. "And... er, if you don't mind, I was wondering if you could er... point me out in the right direction... Shinsato-san?" He asked hopefully, face beaming unaware that she was just as lost as he was.

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TAGGED --- merleawe
WORDS --- 402
MUSIC --- it's over by jesse mccartney
NOTES --- ugh, sorry for the short post. ):

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[SHINSATO MERLEAWE]

^{* I didn't know.}

_{I never even saw it coming.}

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Merleawe¡¯s pace halted to a complete stop as she tilted her head backwards at Azusa, face still as uninterested as ever.

¡°Yes?¡± one of the eighteen year olds eyebrows lifted at the blonde boy¡¯s request. Not a hint of annoyance was audibly noticeable in her tone as the calm words slipped easily in the air.

The light-haired girl¡¯s eyes dropped to the boy¡¯s outstretched arm, staring blankly at what seemed to be a reach for physical contact.

Something that she was definitely not fond of in the least.

¡°I¡¯d assume it¡¯s something urgent to have called me back in such haste?¡± Merleawe blinked once at Azusa, her head shifting to the other side in a placid manner, ice cold eyes bearing a void of inhuman reflection.

Well, one respectable plus to her composed etiquite was that no one would have to worry about Merleawe getting fussy or scolding someone with a harsh tone. It seemed she always used the same expression and tenor on every person she met, even those close to her.

When informed that Azusa was looking for a cabaret club, Merleawe¡¯s chin turned into a level position again as she stared unblinking into the boy¡¯s blue eyes.

Taking a pause Merleawe¡¯s vision slid left to right before settling on Azusa¡¯s face. Well, there definitely wasn¡¯t a shortage of cabaret clubs and the like around, surely if he was looking for a specific one. It¡¯d be quite the struggle.

¡°I see.¡± Merleawe responded after some time, lips parting for a moment.

However, when things were cleared up, Merleawe remained stationary, still giving off the same quiet vibes from earlier.

¡°I see.¡± The words were still said in the same fashion as before even though she understood the real reason. Although, either way it wasn¡¯t much her matter to delve into, nor was she that interested.

¡°And this concerns me..?¡± Merleawe inquired with raised eyebrows, but all in all her facial features hadn¡¯t changed much.

"And... er, if you don't mind, I was wondering if you could er... point me out in the right direction... Shinsato-san?"

Merleawe took a small pause, giving a small nod. Well, at least he had gotten her name correct this time. Merleawe¡¯s head shifted to the side, taking a deduction of the area around before letting a small sigh slip through her lips.

Well, considering that the light haired girl had the sense of direction equal to a goldfish.

Actually, overall it was rare to see the girl anywhere but school and her houses study. Almost like a shut-in, the only times Merleawe ever went out to anyplace like Shinjuku, it would have to be on errands, because she ended up there from getting lost somewhere else or because of something of utmost imporatance.

¡°I¡¯m afraid I cannot offer much aid in such a situation.¡± Merleawe admitted with a straight face, half-lidded eyes closing for a moment before reopening.

¡°I already pointed out that I too, was lost. Unless you were not listening.¡± The eighteen year old¡¯s sleeve-hidden hand lifted and she let out another inaudible sigh. However, she didn't appear or sound miffed in any way, still holding her docile composure.

¡°I suppose we could search together.¡± Merleawe muttered softly, blinking as she turned facing half away from Azusa.

¡°The name of your destination?¡± Merleawe inquired turning full away and even taking a couple steps forward.

¡°Are you going to follow?¡± she asked with a blink.

[Mines short too LOL. So we're even I think x__x!]

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SAKAMOTO AZUSA!
YOU CAN PUT ME IN A CAGE AND LOCK ME AWAY

I'LL PLAY THE GAMES THAT YOU WANT ME TO PLAY
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It was getting late - and he was already late for his appointment. Oh well - surviving Kabuki-chou was his top priority at the moment, so that cabaraet manager Kamiya can just go fuck off - er, wait impatiently for him until he arrives. Yeah, he can do just that. Azusa scratched his head in embarrassment when he realized that both of them directionally lost, and for some reason that just made him feel... rather stupid. And by the time he was finished gathering his thoughts together, standing at one spot, unmoving - he realized that she was already charging ahead direction-blindly, only turning back once to see if he was going to accompany her or not.

"R-Right, coming!" He hastily replied, skittering after the shorter girl nervously. Adjusting his pace with hers, they walked silently for about another two, three minutes or so, which was peaceful - but much to Azusa's dismay, nothing looked familiar, or remotely familiar with the map he was given. Staring at the chicken-scratch of a paper GPS, he shoved it back into his coat pocketing, glancing around worriedly about. Everywhere was covered in bright neon lights, drunken people in the streets, and strange-looking people that Azusa wasn't familiar with.

But even so, there was some sort of urban beauty found within the district's architecture. Instinctively, he slung his tripod case over his shoulder, and even as he walked alongside Shinsato, his fingers were fumbling and moving about, and removed his Nikon SLR D3000 from its fabric-soft shell, carefully holding it in his frostbitten hands before pressing the shutters open. With a small whirr and snap, the lens pushed themselves out into view, the top flap folding up. He held it up to his eye, and as he steadied the view, cradling it for a moment, his index finger pushed the shutters into action, snapping a few burst photos at once. Turning around, he stared at Shinsato for a few moments, before glancing back at his camera.

Fiddling with the settings, he paused, and held his camera back up again, this time framing her neatly within the camera's field of vision. At that moment, he managed to crop out a semi-profile view of her, illuminated within the many colourful lights that surrounded them like bedrock. Detaching his camera away from his face, he then looked somewhat guilty, breaking into a weak smile.

"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. You look good in photos." He replied cheerfully, before walking up to her, camera in hand.

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TAGGED --- merleawe, open
WORDS --- 416
MUSIC --- step you x THE YOUNG PUNX by ayumi hamasaki
NOTES --- d'awwww.

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[SHINSATO MERLEAWE]

^{* I'll wait all my life,}

_{if you just give me some time.}

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Merleawe's expression remained stable as her feet crunched against the soft snow, her slow breathing apparent as it flushed in a light mist before her.

The cold season was always the most peaceful, time felt slow and the world seemed to halt to a stop despite all the buzzing and bright lights around the eighteen year old. If Merleawe had to particularly like a time of year, she was partial to winter.... even if it was almost over now.

Some would say she liked the cold because she herself was cold, but to have compassion for things that were pointless, Merleawe didn't understand that.

It was strange, the light-haired girl understood plenty of things, a vast amount of things even with all the reading she did but there was almost an unsurmountable load even Mel could not understand. Nor did she really want to, it was all silly.

Merleawe's ice-colored eyes widened for a brief moment at the sudden sound of a whirr and snap, it stood out amongst the chatter of Kabukicho and she gave the slightest movement as she glanced over her shoulder hesitantly.

The girl held a straight face as she stared uninterested at Azusa who seemed more then overjoyed to be snapping pictures of the scenery. Merleawe paused, keeping her gaze on him for a moment longer before turning back to the 'path' in front of the pair.

Her feet moved forward just as effortlessly as before as they pulled her in a straight line.

He was a photographer? Well, Merleawe couldn't say that the scenery was exactly ugly, however some of it was indeed quite obscene.

Suddenly, Merleawe felt the blonde boy's prescence next to her and before the senior could even blink, the picture had already been taken and the eighteen year old stared blankly at Azusa. He had just taken a picture.... of her? As he apologized, Merleawe's pace began to slow but her hands remained at her sides.

"You already took the picture, thus an apology is redundant." Merleawe's tone was as flat as ever, though there was no hint of malice despite the cold sound the words made leaving her lips. The light-haired girl's eyes drooped downwards, still half-lidded in her naturual monotone- expression.

"It is proper manners to ask before involving someone in an action such as this." the light haired girl stated, tilting her head to look straight at Azusa.

Although her expression held no hints of discomfort or change, nor her tone of voice, the barest flush of light pink was spread out across Merleawe's cheeks before it quickly dissapeared.

"It appears you are rather fond of photography." Merleawe pointed out, turning her face back forward to what it should have been focused on from the beginning.

"I do not see what you could find appealing in my facial structure." the light-haired girl spoke, eyes unmoving from what was in front of them.

Merleawe didn't find any beauty in other people, so it was obviously the same for herself. Everyone was average, no one was any more attractive then another. Though, it didn't entirely mean some people couldn't be more disgusting then others.

That was a very easy feat to pull off.

"Do you have the slightest thought of where to go from here?" Merleawe suddenly stopped walking, standing straight as she turned sideways to half-face Azusa.

"If I recall, you have a map. May I take a look?" Maybe she'd be a little more direction prone if she had some sort of text and image to look over.