- 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒌𝒐

"I'll refrain from debating the element of surprise. To me, darling, all is destined." While Hunter and Navigator each mastered the art of keeping people at a distance, by virtue of being a superior deceiver, one always prevailed over the other. Diverting focus to the circumstances facilitating her covert arrival, naught but a smokescreen. Upon arrival, the 'how' no longer mattered, Kafka was here to stay. As to smoothen over the tense exchange, nimble fingers clad in white-suede gloves, reached for a pocket-full of cash; Generously covering Himeko's bar tab. "Referring to this- Overgrown arcade machine as our home, I find myself nigh-offended by the mere notion. Earnestly, have you come across even one familiar structure?" Benzaitengoku no longer stood, Planarcadia supplanted it in whirlwind fashion. However thoroughly the reports and current script had covered said development; Even Kafka's blunted sentimentality found herself confronted, by a sense of uprooted dissonance. Downing what was left of her scotch in a single tip of crystaline glass, lens-veiled eyes begun to wander and scanned the surrounding premises for prying eyes and ears. An obvious preamble, because soon enough; That shameless gaze landed upon a view of great, ample interest. One which, Kafka suspected, her wife deliberately laid out as bait. "Seeing as neither of us appears keen on 'spilling', allow me to table the overarching stakes and ask something, only you and I consider important. Our tree. . . Does it remain?"