“Are you lost?” I crouch down to ask the question, bringing myself to eye level with the child in front of me. The most odd thing about her is her dress, very formal for a non-holiday. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my handler, filling Ayatsuji’s role briefly, pretending to browse a cake shop’s window, though I know he is keeping a close eye on me. “If you need any help, don’t be afraid to ask.”
◣ ✿ ◥ It was a question the girl got used to over time, and her response was usually dismissive. Kyouka had spotted her destination right before the woman approached–and she also noticed the apparent association between her and the other man–so she raised a hand to point towards the cake shop. “There,” she answered. “I want to go there.” If the lady was nice enough to offer help, perhaps she’d even buy Kyouka a treat. In theory, the girl should’ve felt guilt over the thought, but hey, she’d done worse things than goading free food from other people.
