Thread:RedYuma/@comment-26368603-20150504060134/@comment-26368603-20150505021400

     It was a gentle night as Midori filled the space of a booth to a diner. Her thumb smoothed over the glossy texture of the mug she held, and thought mutely about the man she had just met. Her parents had intervened when they got back from confirming that reservation for the family outing at small comfortable restuarant, but what she found a bit startling is how her father got so rigid almost like he knew the other gentlemen. He was polite, and rather dignified. However, he had an eerie air about him. He was gone now, and she was sure he had business to attend to. After uneasy tension had begun to settle over the room they'd both muttered something in another language though the man named  Karl had excused himself without losing his calm facade bid her farewell,and telling them he had important business meeting to get too.

     Hiiro Onoe, Midori's father had scolded her at being too relaxed around that man, not to come within range of him again because he could not be trusted the disgust that laced her father tone. It was obvious though she wondered what hid behind the fascination held within his golden liquid hues she saw amusement shown brightly wondering what the inside joke was she had no idea what the inside joke was.

"Care to explain that, Dad?" Her voice was calm as she slide into the booth next to her little brother Kyou who was bouncing across chair, and Mara being so small was curiously staring back at her without a care in the world gurgling accompanied by a fit of giggles. Midori raised in eyebrow in question get some kind of answer from her dad.

"Midori, that man is not to be trusted. Listen to my advice be on your guard."