Melodious Mischief [Karou]

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She had finished the jobs that she had to do for the family and as it was about four in the afternoon, she had a few hours left to spare. She wondered what to do though, she mostly did not have a lot of money as she would get the minimum amount of allowance. It was a miracle she had an expensive pair of headphones, for a job well done. Which was rare and it made her conscious of the fact that they might try to buy her or blackmail her into something she was scared of. But right now it seemed it had gone fine, there was no device in her headphones that could track her or listen in to her conversations, which was something. Not that she could trust the guy she had gone to but she had nowhere else to go. She had decided to try and enjoy her life a little more, it was a very hard thing to do but she could at least try? So she would try and grab a drink somewhere and just enjoy that, think of a plan to escape and work that out in her notebook.

She took a seat near the bar and tried to keep her headphones on so no one would see her pointy ears. The riots in Tokyo had made her scared but not many people paid her a second look here and after a while, she took it off and would just listen to the music that had no real beat in it. There had been definitely been better pop songs out there. This was not one of them. She swung her legs and enjoyed her large caramel and chocolate milkshake. She was excited about it, she never really bought sweets but now she had enough money for it and boy did she like sweets. She was in her element and in her own made-up language (or so she believed) she wrote things in her little notebook. She remembered vaguely the language her mother spoke to her and she now used that as the Family did not know that language.

Karou stopped halfway during her sentence because it made no sense, the music swapped halfway through into another one and her sharp hearing picked it up immediately. She quickly looked around the dimly lighted room and wanted to see what happened. The people that worked here looked up to the ceiling where the speakers were and just frowned, so it wasn't planned. But her eyes quickly noticed someone in the corner, putting something away and laughing, was that the person that changed it? That was actually fascinating? Should she talk to her? Karou looked around, she wasn't sure if she dared but her eyes kept lingering on the girl, should she ask? Maybe she could put up a good dancing song.

But what if she would yell at her, Karou was really scared of other people, she wasn't used to kindness and also did not dare to trust it. Her cat-like eyes remained looking at the person if only she could offer another milkshake but she did not have the money for that.