Red Lips

Warm Peaches

Momoka had managed to drift off to sleep for what seemed like a small moment, after climbing into bed, after the bathroom incident, jolting awake suddenly.

The birds chirped outside, but the sky was still mostly dark.

She sighed groggily, the burning in her cheeks from the prior night returning to the forefront of her mind.

She rolled onto her back staring at the ceiling thinking, not about anything specific, just several trains of thought, all threatening to crash together at once.

Her eyes glazed over as she sat there silent, and still, until the sun lit her room up and she had to squint from the reflection off of her vanity mirror. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting an arm over her face.

Her mind would not settle, so she sought out a distraction, getting out of bed, heading to her brother's room, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she cracked the door open seeing if he was awake yet, he turned his head, looking at her, frowning some, before he sighed.

She walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed, beginning to remove the soiled bandages, causing him to rustle, and squirm.

She grimaced looking the wounds over, before beginning to clean them.

"I'm going out for the day,...and I might not be back for dinner,.." She finally spoke, to break up the silence.

"Not to see /him/...?" he furrowed her brows, though she couldn't see it.

She didn't respond, she just continued what she was doing until he was re-bandaged. She stood, about to leave when he grabbed her good wrist to stop her, wincing with the motion of doing so "Momoka, No."

"...Kusuru I understand the concept of responsibility is c o m p l e t e l y foreign to you, but /some/ of us do actually have to do things, we don't want to."

"Getting sold out of the meat market isn't your responsibility."

"..It is." she nodded "It is my responsibilty now, please allow me to follow through with it..."

He gave a small irritated sigh, "...As you wish.." he released her "though you'd better not expect me to come to your funeral."

She sighed, rolling her eyes, and left the room, closing the door behind her, so she could lean against the doorway for a moment, glancing to the side as she felt the door move open beside her. "What the hell do you think you're doing??" she frowned as she met eyes with Kusuru "Get back in bed."

"Let me walk you to the bus stop." He said.

"I don't need you to do that." She shook her head.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm not doing it for you.." he furrowed his brows.

"You're going to aggrivate your back" She furrowed her brows right back.

"I don't really want to spend any more time in this house than you do."

She gave a small sigh and nodded "Fine.." She could understand that.

She returned to her room, pulling on a black shirt and jeans, and her jacket, dark moss green, with a fur lined hood. She tied her hair up into a ponytail before she reappeared in the hall way, and the two headed out.

Momoka fidgeted with her hands as they walked, she hated this restless feeling, she hated the strange feeling building in her chest, "..Do you think I might actually make a good wife....?" she mumbled.

Kusuru looked at her blinking. Seeing her like this was completely foreign, he had no idea how to react. He furrowed his brows, staying silent.

She sighed and looked away, pulling her hands apart, digging them into her pockets to force herself to stop fidgeting.