The Shooting Star

3. Symphonic

The sun fell and moonlight shone through the window. The entire house feel silent, as if it was sleeping itself. If a pin fell, it would surely be heard.

˗ˋˏ°• How are you. . .what are you supposed to do against that? Feels like a frame trap but the animation looks so punishable. . .•°ˎˊ˗

It was the person from before playing some sort of game, most likely a fighting game with that terminology. While they were playing, they saw a character dressed in pink and white. The colors reminded her of the girl she saw earlier. . . . in less than a respectful manner. It took a bit of mental arguing but they eventually decided to give their meeting a second and hopefully better chance.

Haven let their attempt of an apology loop in their head as they made their way over to the now used guest room. It shouldn't be hard to just say sorry should it? It's a few simple words and they should flow right out.

Right before they knocked on the door, an audible melody was creeping outside of the room. A sudden peak of interest lead to Haven inching her head closer to get a good read on whatever it was. Metal. . . ? Punk? It was laced with both Angst and adoration. . . . which was both surprising yet fitting for a girl in all pink.

A deep breath was made as Haven fixed their position to hide that they were listening in on her music taste. A light knock was made on the door as a sudden rush of tension filled her chest. She was really about to talk to this girl again after seeing her damn near topless.

˗ˋˏ°• Local figure, not global figure. Get it out of your head, Haven. •°ˎˊ˗

Havens thoughts grew louder as the muffled music dimmed, and those same voices in her head were scurrying to an exit. Once she heard the handle jingle, each of the running thoughts ceased their movement and stared at the girl that peeked out.

❝ Oh, hello again. I hope the music didn't keep you awake, I tried muffling it so it would be a bit quieter. ❞

The girl on the other side of the door was a bit shorter then she thought. Maybe only by a few inches, but still smaller then the high powered woman she always saw from a distance.

Her outfit was composed of pink and white, and each piece of clothing looked awfully similar to what a friend of Havens' used to wear before he got rid of it. Honestly it was a weird feeling to see those clothes get any use now.

˗ˋˏ°• No worries, the music was pretty quiet from the outside. I just wanted to apologize for waltzing in on you like that, Patty didn't tell me anything about having people over. I'm Haven, by the way.•°ˎˊ˗

Haven took another glance at Averines outfit and almost immediately noticed a lack of bandages. They were gone after a few hours yet her body already recovered from those wounds. A scar or two remained that she could see but other then that, she seemed perfectly fine.

❝ Oh don't worry about that at all, it was just a simple mistake. Consider it water under the bridge. My names Averine, it's a pleasure. ❞

A small wave of her hand followed an infectious giggle, and it made a smirk inch across Haven's face. What a pleasant first and a half impression.

˗ˋˏ°• What were you listening to in here? Not to pry but it sounded like something I might be a little familiar with. •°ˎˊ˗

    A light raise of her eyebrow was made from Averine as she glanced at Haven. They were already in front of them listening to it, so denying it was unfortunately not an option. With a bit of a timid turn away from Haven, Averine gently pulled Haven into the guest room and closed the door behind of them. Now that she was in the same room, Haven could confirm that it was at the very least alternative.