It had been a few hours since Natsuru left Ryuko's place to once again resume prowling the village in hopes to bump into Shimiko. By the time she ran into Ryuko she had pretty much cleared out the Sky District. This had left the Earth Construct, or the "business district" of the village. If she was nowhere to be found there she could always check up at the hospital again. Perhaps she was still mourning, which would not be doubted one bit. Being the only child in her family she did not understand the bond one would have for their siblings. But how Shimiko felt was little she concerned herself with. She hope she kept her marbles together, however much she had left, otherwise she would be listed as a section eight. Natsuru dressed in a very casual outfit. She wore black shoes with tight black denim jeans with a two-toned white and black long sleeved top. Her long, navy blue hair was curled and a red bow was placed on the top right side of her head. Despite her casual dress she kept a sheathed tanto on her black leather belt, acting as her first line of defense. Beneath her top she wore a set of iron mail recently crafted by Ryuko. Its craftsmanship made it very concealed producing little noise and hugging her body.
In her right hand she held a wrapped gift outwards with her palm facing up close to her body. She waded through the crowds of folk with her chakra sensory active sweeping all avenues of the Earth Construct in hopes she would pick up Shimiko's signature. She was at this for hours when finding Ryuko. She expected the same wait for Shimiko. Perhaps it would have been wise to ask for their address. Nonetheless it was a great learning experience for her. She did not mind the walking. It was nice to get some movement after being very sedentary for the past three days. With enough time passing she picked up the signature of her teammate, and another one accompanying her. It was familiar as if she picked it up before, though not ingrained in her memory like Shimiko and Ryuko's signature. Natsuru stopped before the building they were stationed in, lifting her head slightly to catch a glimpse of what establishment Shimiko could possibly be spending time with someone.A maid cafe? I didn't know she was the type to have a servant fetish.
Taking a deep sigh she prepared to enter the cafe, which was undoubtedly filled with virgins and creeps alike. It didn't help she preened herself today, too. Regardless, with a deep breath of confidence, she entered.
It was almost what she expected. Less creepy and more cringe than anything. She wondered how anyone could dine with a straight face and still maintain their pride. Surely Natsuru had her experience with maids. In fact, Natsuru had just met one upon finding Ryuko. However, these maids were more-or-less fetishes as young girls found their first, decent-paying job to dress up and make old men feel excited. They lacked the proper etiquette and behavior an actual maid would have developed over years of schooling. She did not focus on the eye candy littering the room. With her sensory she could easily find Shimiko's table instead of blindly searching the entire establishment, which could make her stand out like a sore thumb. Being a tall female was already bound to grab attention. With all the creeps trying to google the nearest maid it made her feel more compromised.
Approaching Shimiko's table she deactivated her sensory. There was no need to overload her perception when they were merely a few meters before her. She was accompanied by that blond kid whose been following the group ever since they got back from their mission. "Nice of him to treat you like this."
Natsuru said as she stood along side Simon facing Shimiko. Silently she extended the wrapped gift forcing a wide, yet rather convincing grin. Deep down she felt rather giddy doing such an act of kindness to Shimiko, who she consistently bullied for as long as she could remember. At the moment she felt Shimiko could use the support after facing such a family tragedy."Also, I'm throwing a party next week. You're invited."
She paused, remembering she was accompanied. It would be rude to not include her company. Setting her hand on Simon's shoulder she spoke again. "You may come as well...Blonde."
Reaching into the back pocket of denim pants she set two decorated cards on the table with the official invite as well as address information. "Any questions?"
Natsuru hung around for a bit to ensure they were set, or if they rejected such invites she would know ahead of time.
- Shimiko's Gift: