Sitting curled in an old velvet chair, Airi tucked her legs beneath her, resting her arms against the armrest. The window next to her showcased the city view, the neon colors scattering through the night sky.

Her fingers played with the edge of the armrest, twisting a loose thread between her fingers. The room was quiet, perhaps the slight tick of a clock, or the streets below being the only evidence of life.

As a plane flew past in the far distance, her purple eyes tracked the figure in the sky, snake-like pupils catching the faint reflections of light. She wondered if Hikaru would enjoy one... she'd have to drag him along one day. Just the two of them.

— I wonder what Seijuro will make for dinner this time..

Her head tilted to the side, black hair spilling down one side, creating a slight wonky-looking effect. Her head brushed against the windowpane, the cool material causing a slight bit of comfort.