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Cyan
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Autumn, nearly winter. A time of cold, rain, and even snow for some. At the same time, the time for sweaters, hot chocolate, and cuddling, and all that fluffy stuff. One of the most popular seasons besides spring, with the least popular on its heels.
Natsuki, however, was not a fan of either. She missed the rays of spring, and the lack of too much rain and snow. The world was just too cold, even with the fever-pitch of joy emitting from some of her neighbors. It might have been due to having no one to share it with, something she scoffed at. The trees lasted decades alone, through cold and heat, never complaining. Then again, trees couldn't speak. Maybe if they could, they would. But as long as they couldn't, they'd never. That was her motto: only complain about something as long as no one hears it. She usually followed it, as long as it wasn't particularly bad. After all, writing about it and posting it, no one technically heard it, did they?
No matter, Natsuki wasn't enjoying the coldness as she stalked the streets, looking odd slightly leaning forward, as if she was trying to press on against a harsh wind, despite the lack of a strong breeze. A look of utter fury was plastered on her face as she headed home. Stupid people. 'Other plans' was a man's excuse when Natsuki had already been waiting for half an hour outside a cafe. She'd have waited inside had there been seats available that made the front of the cafe visible, but that unfortunately was not the case. The building had been positively full of happy, smiling people, which would have made it all the worse as her disposition had worsened every minute that passed, until she had been leaning on the outdoor table, glaring at the cold coffee as she waited. An idea formed in her mind as she veered into an alleyway, something one would consider stupid had they not known who or what Natsuki was.
She murmured something as she held her hands like she was holding something precious to her, and her body began to glow with a faint green light which grew brighter and engulfed her. Soon, the light faded, leaving Natsuki in a decidedly different outfit, and wielding a sickle-like weapon. The outfit, which included a rather short dress, was surprisingly warm. After quickly stretching her legs, she made a jump towards the shorter of the two buildings, landing neatly before jumping to the next. She'd travel home like this, hoping no one got in her way.
(Bleh.)
Natsuki, however, was not a fan of either. She missed the rays of spring, and the lack of too much rain and snow. The world was just too cold, even with the fever-pitch of joy emitting from some of her neighbors. It might have been due to having no one to share it with, something she scoffed at. The trees lasted decades alone, through cold and heat, never complaining. Then again, trees couldn't speak. Maybe if they could, they would. But as long as they couldn't, they'd never. That was her motto: only complain about something as long as no one hears it. She usually followed it, as long as it wasn't particularly bad. After all, writing about it and posting it, no one technically heard it, did they?
No matter, Natsuki wasn't enjoying the coldness as she stalked the streets, looking odd slightly leaning forward, as if she was trying to press on against a harsh wind, despite the lack of a strong breeze. A look of utter fury was plastered on her face as she headed home. Stupid people. 'Other plans' was a man's excuse when Natsuki had already been waiting for half an hour outside a cafe. She'd have waited inside had there been seats available that made the front of the cafe visible, but that unfortunately was not the case. The building had been positively full of happy, smiling people, which would have made it all the worse as her disposition had worsened every minute that passed, until she had been leaning on the outdoor table, glaring at the cold coffee as she waited. An idea formed in her mind as she veered into an alleyway, something one would consider stupid had they not known who or what Natsuki was.
She murmured something as she held her hands like she was holding something precious to her, and her body began to glow with a faint green light which grew brighter and engulfed her. Soon, the light faded, leaving Natsuki in a decidedly different outfit, and wielding a sickle-like weapon. The outfit, which included a rather short dress, was surprisingly warm. After quickly stretching her legs, she made a jump towards the shorter of the two buildings, landing neatly before jumping to the next. She'd travel home like this, hoping no one got in her way.
(Bleh.)
