Southern Street

*turns her head away and scoffs once, looking down at the ground*

That is right.

*closes her eyes and shifts her hands into pockets, breathing out and clenching her fists tightly enough so her nails dig into her palms, drawing blood from her*

*settles her down in a chair infront of a bakery and took a seat himself*
*whispers in the maid's ear, their order*
*as the maid left, he then reached for Sakurai's arm and pulled them both out*
You must maintain an injury on a daily basis.
*taking yet another handkerchief, Xavier dabbed the blood off of her palms*
Is this what you do everyday for attention?

Shut the hell up, Xavier. I do not need you to carp at me.

*growls and shuts her hands, refusing for the blood to be cleaned*

*glances to the maid sharply and closes her eyes in irritation*

Would you rather me act like a suck-up and be one of those pretty boys that ask the girl "what's wrong?".
*Presses against a nerve in Sakurai's wrist, having her palm open back up*
*Dabs the blood upon the handkerchief and sighed*
If that's what you dream for, then I'm sure as hell you won't be getting sympathy from me.

Like hell. Hell would ice over before any of that shit interested me.

*scoffs and snatches her hands back, turning her head and gaze to the side*

I do not give nor receive sympathy. You must be going through Alzheimer if you forgot that.

If Hell would ice over every time you intrude yourself into attention hogging events, we'd be in another ice age.
*tosses the handkerchief at Sakurai's face as the 3 plates of crepes arrive at the table*
Eat.

Attention attention. It seems someone has been neglected, Xavier-kun?

*she scoffs and rolls her eyes, catching the handkerchief and glancing down to the crepes*

*clenches her fist around the fine linen and lowers her hand, her eyes reverting back their their striking yellow*

I hate you. Note I am not paying for this either.

*takes up a crepe and bites a piece, eating it quietly, closing her eyes and recalling the earlier food she had, her eyes slowly opening halfway in pain*

Xavier-kun? Please don't even dare start. And what kind of man would I be if I had Cec-..Sakurai pay?
*He acted as though he had not stuttered a word and watched her eyes that pained*

*finishes two in silence, her eyes closed to avoid unnecessary recalling of prior events*

Cecilia is well?

I have no answer for that.
*pushes the third plate of crepes infront of Sakurai and handing the payment to the maid*

*without restraint or modesty, keeping her eyes closed, begins to eat the crepes on the third plate*

*opens her eyes finally, her eyes still enveloped in grief, finishing the final crepe*

Thank you, Uta-kun-..

*stands up and blinks, her eyes dilating in and holding in a feral snarl, only a low growl slipping out*

Tenkei... I left him there... shit.

That name again?
*Stands up watching her movements*
Do what you must but if I see you with another injury, I'll pass on that nickname I gave you earlier in life.
*Fades into the shadows in silence*

As if you would remember, old man.

*glares at Xavier, ready to swear at him, then shakes her head, running down the street and suddenly disappearing with a gust of wind, the lights flickering around*