the circuit(makoto/open)

[HOTARU SHIZUKA]

TRY TWICE AS HARD AND I'M HALF AS LIKED. ✿Her head nodded back and forth, in tune with the music that currently was blasted in her ears as her gaze calmly skimmed over her book in the fighter's 'room' of an abandoned warehouse. Her turn was up next, but she wasn't disturbed by the large crowd of people cheering on the precious fight. She'd been here several times before and had been a frequent fighter on their circuit. She'd gone to other circuits, but this one had by far proven to be her favorite because of the challenges they brought. A lot of them were failed professional boxers, or boxers who couldn't quite make the cut to be the best of the best. That was what she wanted. She wanted a match where she could prove herself worth of the Aoba family name of her grandfather. She didn't share his last name because she'd taken on her father's surname on her birth, but was an Aoba either way. If she continued winning and becoming among the best of the best...maybe he'd recognize her again and not ignore her for favor of another. Her grandfather had been her hero as a child, always. He'd taught her boxing, although never went all out in training her because of her fragile physical state due to rigorous training by both her mother and father. The sounds of the crowd was even louder now as the previous bout came to a conclusion. She closed her book after bookmarking her page and rose to her feet. A thin, and small body lightly padding across the floor. It was her turn and her opponent was a former champion on the professional arena until he'd had a falling out with his manager as well a drug problem. She made her way through the crowd, weaving her way through it as bare feet tapped against the ground. Hotaru rarely wore shoes for the sheer fact that her Forest Flame was a flame of the earth and she felt more...at home if her feet were on solid ground. She passed by her regular manager, who was taking in bets. The odds were against her. She'd show them. She'd show them all what the true guardian of the forest could do! Her fists were wrapped up and so were her feet, to some extent and she wore a short pair of shorts and a short sleeve shirt. The old, long healed scars on her wrists were visible, but she didn't really care. She took to her corner as calm as ever as the man across the 'ring' which was really just a small area that people had roped off for fighting. He was huge, well over six feet tall and pure muscle. It was clear that there was a reason why he'd been a champion once. She snorted, deciding to knock him down a few pegs. She'd been training all her life and wasn't going to let a hasbeen show her up. "Laaadies and gentleemmeeen. Tonight we have the fight of the year! The current champion of the arena in one corner, Hotaru Shizuka! Against former champion and professional boxer, Shinji Takahara! Who will take home victory? That small, slip of a girl or this big, strong strapping man?!" the announcer roared between the two of them raising his fist to the air. When the final bets were in, the announcer started the fight! Hotaru circled her opponent, casually while the other sprung into action against her. He barreled towards her with his massive body, she side-stepped to dodge him, but with a dexterity she wasn't aware he had, he stopped in time to whirl and backhand her across the face. "What's the matter, little girl? Am I too much for you~? You'd be much better off on your back, with your legs spread like a little slut than being in this ring with me." he taunted. Hotaru rolled her eyes as she wiped a stream of blood coming out of her mouth from her lip. Her cheek would probably definitely bruise form that hit, but she didn't care. She'd gone through worse than that in her life. "As if." she sneered, her tone changing from it's regular deadpan to a more biting tone. "I doubt you'd be able to satisfy me anyway..." her head tilted to the side as a smirk crossed her features. "Are those big muscles of yours compensating for anything?" she shot right back as she, herself, charged forward and dunked under one of his hits with her superior reflexes and smaller size. Her fist smashed into his jaw as she laid out an uppercut to his jaw. She could hear the sound of the bone breaking from her hide. He was underestimating her and that was the worst mistake anybody could make. tag: MAKOTO HANAMURA, open ▪ words: 792 ▪ notes: anybody interested in watching an underground fight and being busted by police perhaps?

BY KERRIA ♥ OF GANGNAM STYLE

[MAKOTO HANAMURA]

I want to see the splendor of people's souls. Really just another hell day at work, Makoto was going to probably request a day off here soon. He'd been working his body to the bone since he got here with his kid. He hadn't really had too long to sit down, other then when he took Ryuu home after the brat got arrested. Which he was never going to understand how it just disappeared like that from the records. He had the written ones stashed away but the ones they had put up elsewhere were just gone. It was not like Makoto enjoyed spending time in the night life area though. No he had more important things he could be doing but he was just following a lead. Keeping an eye on things , as he usually did. Patrol was never fun but it had to be done. He wished he could just pretend nothing too bad was even happening here, at least for now. But Makoto still felt as if this whole following this supposed tip he got about fighting was a bad idea. Even more so with how tired he was. Makoto would pretend he didn't notice but he also kept his words to himself at least right now anyway. So for a moment he thought he should turn back but he kept on walking forward towards the destination at least. He figured he was armed, but he looked almost like a normal person. Wearing his suit a little loose, as if he was trying to relax after stress of work. Makoto would not stand out too badly. The man did not arrest too many people in this area when they were all together. It happened mostly when he was the one behind the scenes. So his face was not known. This whole fighter circuit was not surprising. People did this all the time. Makoto just saw no point in entirely getting involved. Makoto slipped into the group and leaned back. He was just trying to unwind. Or at least that was what he was trying to play this off as. Though it'd probably not work out too well. Not like he wanted it to regardless at this point anyway. Just who all was here, he figured there had to be someone here who was not entirely happy with the rest of this. Or someone who would make a huge deal out of something. Give him a chance to get involved and kick some ass. At least right now he was just observing. Best to get closer to the people he wanted to bust wide open after all right. "A small girl. Tch just what people bring a child like her into this." He shrugged and tried to watch without too much questions. After all he was not supposed to be a cop right now, he was supposed to be something else instead. Just getting another day off from work to relax. Or well if he was off at all, which he would not be lying when he said he was always working every single day and got home so late. The male was recording this as well, he was just making some evidence against this. It was like a fighting ring but of course he didn't look like a cop this time. So for now he'd just be here to observe and then he'd tell the team that was waiting to bust in here. After all they could take this place out. But for now he was just watching as this girl broke the bones of this guy who was way bigger in both ways then she was. Seriously just who trained her. He needed to calm down and wait, if he called it out now things would go south fast. HOTARU SHIZUKA, @open

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[HOTARU SHIZUKA]

TRY TWICE AS HARD AND I'M HALF AS LIKED. ✿Each and every movement was plotted out, planned. There wasn't a step out of place as the small girl dodged and weaved out of the way of a flurry of blows. The man was getting more and more angry with the aggravating smirk upon the younger's face. "Hold still, you little whore!" The man hissed angrily as he missed another blow. "That's detrimental to my health," came the snappish response as the girl rolled her eyes. She was hopping lightly from foot to foot, using her superior reflexes against his size. Every so often, her fist would connect with his as she used it to block devastating blows to her small form. The bandages wrapped around her knuckles were bleeding - both from her own hand and the other's. She wasn't wearing boxing gloves and her hands were definitely feeling the blocked blows. At the moment, it did look like the bigger man held the advantage. Hotaru had been backed into a corner and any farther would send her into the crowd. She didn't look very bothered by this fact as the man came lumbering forward to press his own attacks further. Hotaru smirked as she suddenly darted forward, and then slid gracefully between his legs. His fist grazed the top of her forehead in a glancing blow as she quickly sprung back to her feet and slammed her fist into the middle of his back, he was sent tumbling into crowd, who parted to allow him to hit the floor hard. Several men pulled him to his feet and pushed the man back into the crowd, hollering about how he was letting a little girl beat the shit out of him. Hotaru was prowling now, her bare feet easily gliding against the floor as she moved. She looked rather amused as she mimicked a few of the mens' insults. "What's the matter, big guy? Can't even beat up little ol' me? Poor baby." she taunted loudly as she casually flipped her hair back behind her face and fixed him with her red-eyed gaze, but then snottily turned away like a brat. Her natural eye color was red, like all Shimon family members, but she could often be seen sporting several different colored contacts to hide her eyes' ability to pinpoint weak points. She didn't need it for this guy. She'd picked up how to do that even without it. Some weren't obvious, so she might use the vision in case of emergency...it wasn't like it was illegal to use anyway. She smirked as he snarled angrily at her, just getting more and more angry. Drugs weren't the only issue he'd had as a professional boxer, his anger had often lead to more things, like beating the crap of an already-downed opponent. She met his charge, dodging his wild swings towards her like pro and retaliating with punches towards his body. It wasn't phasing him much because of how angry he was...sort of like a large, dumb and angry bear. Eventually she'd wear him down. Right now though, he did seem to be tiring himself out by being so angrily and just swinging indiscriminately at people. At some point, he accidentally punched a man in the face when Hotaru had ducked a blow aiming for her. That's what he got for standing so close. At some point, Hotaru yawned boredly. She'd had fun, putting on a good show for the crowd for several minutes...but now it was time for her to end this. She smirked, cracking her knuckles easily as her gaze took in his stance. He'd been favoring his right side the entire fight, slightly more than the other...probably an old injury. She was on the move, making several jabs towards that side, deliberately aiming for joints and everything. As her fist connected with his shoulder, hard...she almost heard it pop out of the socket as she got it to dislocate itself. Pain flashed across the man's vision as he started wildly swinging at her with his free hand, the other not as useful anymore. She ducked around him, grabbing him by the injured shoulder as she flipped him to the ground, face first and pulled the dislocated shoulder hard behind his back and dug her knee into his spine. It was obviously who'd won. Her fists were bloody and there was a few forming bruises on her face and various other areas of her body that he'd managed to make blows against...but she'd be training since as soon as she could walk, basically. Her father had never pulled his punches during training. Several cheers went up from those who had bet on Hotaru, while the rest boo'd the loser of the fight, the one they'd bet money on. Hotaru continued to dig her knee into his back and hold his arm back, contemplating on when to release him...or maybe she was contemplating on ripping his arm out of his socket for calling her whore earlier? She knew better than to turn her back on an angry sore loser. So, at this point, she was still holding his dislocated arm behind his back and had shifted to outside straddling his back and sitting on him. She was barely five foot five and here she was, sitting on a man well over six feet tall and he was clearly trying not to tear up as the pain in his arm continued. "I'll let you go when you calm down enough not to attack me when I turn my back...I have a book to finish reading...so stop being a sore baby loser, loser." Maybe she shouldn't have continued to speak in her antagonistic tone of voice? He wasn't going to calm down for awhile the way she spoke to him. tag: MAKOTO HANAMURA, open ▪ words: 957 ▪ notes: Hotaru enjoys mouthing off to people, for some reason. But she is like a danger junkie...so the more dangerous the better I guess?

BY KERRIA ♥ OF GANGNAM STYLE

[MAKOTO HANAMURA]

I want to see the splendor of people's souls. Makoto would have been more involved if he wasn't a cop. If he was still a teenager without a daughter he'd likely be the one down there fighting. Of course this was not a good idea to think like that, if a cop got exposed like that. But would it be the first time that had happened in some form or another? Not at all. Just what could he say if he wasn't careful and got caught. No need to end up causing more problems for his cute little girl. As he stood there watching the fight go on. What was she even doing here? She didn't look that old or anything but girls never did. They always had that young perhaps baby like quality to them but beyond that he had nothing to say on that situation. "Jeez can't just get a better dictionary can he?" He wasn't really talking to anyone but god that guy was annoying. The words coming out of his mouth almost gave Makoto a headache. One would think fighters had better insults then that. But of course wasn't too much of a shocker if they didn't honestly. Tiny brains perhaps, or something along those lines. Who knew exactly. He'd just rather not think about those itty bitty details currently. More important things on his mind if he was allowed to seriously think that way. Like how long did they have before the cops arrived here. He was quite certain that this whole place would be caught, with how many they had waiting. Just had to time it properly and he wanted to watch this girl a little bit longer. Tugging out his cellphone he typed a message in it. 'Get into position and keep out of sight. This will be interesting but try to catch everyone. We don't want a single one of those idiots escaping anyway.' He was not really trying to bring attention to himself. He wanted to seem bored which in a sense Makoto was. Fighting had it's good points and could be fun. But watching some guy try to beat up a little girl was pathetic. If he had to add on that it was also because he was failing. Seriously just how hard was it to catch some little girl. At least in a setting like this one. Makoto only smirked when she literally knocked the guy off of his feet. If she was smart she'd win this and leave but of course with the teams around them, waiting to get involved. And arrest all these assholes she'd end up being grabbed anyway. Makoto did not like girls being involved in this or children in general, but some were sold to the highest bidder or bet upon as to whether they would win the fight or not. Who trained them was something he would find out. Kids were not meant to be prisoners for this. Not like dogs and even then he did not support dogs being used like that either. 'She's really pushing him isn't she. And he's just letting her do it like a lamb to the slaughter he will fall hard and fast.' Really Makoto couldn't care, he was leading himself to that blade.If he lost it was very likely someone would end his life rather quickly. Not a big shocker there now was it? Honestly he had other ideas in mind though, like just how this all would go down at the end. Cops were good at things when they got leads like this. So long as no one tried to play the hero it'd be fine. Hopefully but what did he know. Makoto could never entirely plan this out. He just had to take it one step at a time and see what happened. Makoto slipped through the crowd and stood in front of them looking at that girl. "You know if you keep pushing him like that he might get up and kick your ass but hey whatever he does is his own problem. But you probably already knew that." He was not going to complain that much, or at all perhaps. Makoto knew the cops would be rushing in soon. And they'd all be arrested. He would not be spared from that possibly, it depending on how this went and if he could disappear quickly. Maybe with Hotaru unless she was dumb enough to fight him. HOTARU SHIZUKA, @open

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[HOTARU SHIZUKA]

TRY TWICE AS HARD AND I'M HALF AS LIKED. ✿Hotaru had long since grown bored of this fight and was only holding her defeated opponent down to keep him from attacking her further. She'd already won and saw no need to continue the fight. Something nagged at the back of her mind, some sort of instinct telling her she should leave already...but Hotaru's sense of danger was long broken, so she didn't really care in particular that her danger sense was talking to her. She lived for danger after all, so she never saw a reason to listen to her consciousness or her fight-or-flight mechanism. It was usually a fight mechanism for unless common sense saw fighting as irrelevant. So when a man approached the front of the crowd and said something to her, her mind saw him as a danger for some reason, but she choose to ignore the sense of danger she got from him in order to remain in her position. He thought that this guy could actually kick her ass? Please...her entire fight had been a show she put on for the crowd. She rolled her shoulders in a shrug, slowly releasing his arm but not moving from her position on his back. "Should he try to attack me again after he has clearly lost...I won't hold back against him," she stated evenly. "If he wants to try to give it a second go...he's more than welcome, but I have no interest in fighting an already defeated opponent." She cracked her bloody knuckles slightly, as if to emphasis her point to the man before her and the one beneath her. After a moment, she rose to her feet. "Bleeding hearts don't have a place here, you know," she spoke softly. Her voice didn't sound like that of a fighter, to be honest. She seemed quiet and soft-spoken, for the most part...but looks could be deceiving. She finally rose to her feet, the height difference between her and Makoto made ever more evident. She was maybe...5'4? Average height, but still rather short compared to some people. It was kind of hard to believe that this girl had won against this hulk of a man. She looked down at him, absolutely unperturbed by the angry looks he sent her way. Then again, it didn't seem like very much bothered her at all. Her upbringing didn't leave much room for overall emotion in her life. "You keep giving me that look and thinking it's going to work...you know, the definition for insanity is repeating the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result." She stated evenly, actually letting a ghost of a smile cross over her face. After a moment, she left him on the ground and flitted across the ground towards her apparent handler, taking several hundred dollars from him and stuffing it in her bra. Well, that's a good place for it? Somebody helped her opponent off the stage while the announcer stepped forward into the ring. "Next fight!" he smiled broadly, gesturing towards Hotaru who was now leaning against a pillar somewhat in the back of the crowd with her book. "Is there anybody who wishes to challenge our reigning champion?" Silence. Apparently not. "I guess onto the next fight, then!" Some of the people here seemed to be regulars, if they knew not to challenge the girl to a fight. They'd probably witnessed first hand some of her other fights and didn't wish to turn into her opponent - dislocated shoulder and all. tag: MAKOTO HANAMURA, open ▪ words: 582 ▪ notes: police arrival next, then?

BY KERRIA ♥ OF GANGNAM STYLE

[MAKOTO HANAMURA]

I want to see the splendor of people's souls. Makoto should leave now before things went bad but of course he was not likely to hear the end of it. Someone had seen him so if anyone escaped then it'd only case problems. More that he'd rather not have. Makoto couldn't quite understand this girl or whatever she was even doing. Seriously she needed to have other ideas in mind. Something else that she could do however Hotaru was not his problem. She was not even someone that he knew. The cop had only just seen her here. A child being involved in all of this was quite annoying in some form or another. Now what else was he supposed to do? Makoto wondered if he could just toss her over his shoulder and take her out of there. "Uh huh, whatever you say. I suppose I shouldn't doubt you after all that just happened. Seems a man can't handle you huh?" Makoto was not one to fight little girls. She was not something that scared him but at the same time it was something else too. She was not a threat nor did he want to go out of his way to actually fight her either. Makoto was just here to prevent something too bad from happening to her. Sighing lightly he just crossed his arms over his chest. "Hah you don't even know anything about me little girl. Now come on it's seems we have some unwanted company. Don't fight, unless you want me to let them take you." Makoto reached over and picked her up slinging her over her shoulder. The cops came in the second he had gotten her away from the crowd. The people dressed up in swat uniforms and all had guns. Of course people were getting arrested all over the place. He tried to ignore the noise of people getting tackled, and perhaps a few gun shots. But Makoto had known this was coming. He had his own gun on him but his badge was not on him. He made sure to not bring that, after all his cop buddies knew him. But beyond that he did not wish to be identified as a cop. Though it might be obvious eventually. Makoto just wanted to get the hell out of here with the girl. If he had to put up a fight and pretend to not be a cop then so be it. All part of that act. HOTARU SHIZUKA, @open

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[HOTARU SHIZUKA]

TRY TWICE AS HARD AND I'M HALF AS LIKED. ✿Hotaru rolled her shoulders in a slightly shrug at the other's comment about men not being able to handle her. Perhaps...some were unnerved by her general deadpan nature and her pessimism...so a lot of them avoided her on a long-term basis. Most of her interaction with men were fellow guardians, Saverio, or in battle. She had a few interacts in bed, for the most part...but that wasn't a place for talking, now was it? She supposed the only man who could stand her and tolerate her nature and who could handle her slightly volatile nature was her boss, Saverio. She would never go against him because of how much she owed him. Hotaru owed Saverio, the boss of the Shimon who had done awful things to gain his position, her entire life. He had given her a reason to continue living after life had thrown everything at her. Her suicide attempt, her parents neglect and borderline abuse had left a broken wreck of a girl who wanted to die because the on thing that she had properly eared after years of blood, sweat, and tears had been taken from her. Her parents had loved her during her time as Forest Guardian...but when Saverio's parents had taken it away, overlooking her for another Forest flame user, her cousin, who was younger, but less talented that she was...something inside of her had shattered and had never been repaired. She trusted nobody besides her fellow guardians and Saverio. She was fairly certain that her suicide attempt had been one of the final straws for Saverio and had lead him to decide to coup against his parents, against the generation that had destroyed both their futures. "I suppose...men mostly expect women to be dainty flowers..." she sighed, flipping through her book back to the page she'd been on...but suddenly the sound of the police rushing in brought her out of hr thoughts and the man she'd just insulted throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She didn't much for a second, caught by surprise by his action. "W-w-what are you even doing!?" she hissed, taking the time to half-heartedly pound on his back for a second, but unhappily settling down. If he wanted to get her away from the police, even though she could easily deal with them on her own, then she'd let him. "I'm not even going to ask..." she grumbled, letting him carry her over his shoulders. She frowned from her position, turning her head to look at his face. "You seem good-looking enough to not have to bother with crude techniques of getting a woman in bed with you," she admitted, assuming that's what he wanted. She didn't particular care anyway...She sighed, settling in for the long run. She'd escape when she felt like it. Might as well let him put himself at risk. He seemed to think she was completely defenseless. She wasn't sure why he was pretending to care though...but then again, she wasn't really used to people caring in the first place. She knew that Saverio was most likely just using her...and she didn't care. He had more than earned her loyalty. Hotaru was still in a particular mood of not even giving a shit about what happened tonight. She could more than handle police officers if they tried anything. She still wasn't too sure about this guy acting like he actually cared...but once they were away...she'd deal with him. Of course, she felt obliged to spare him...so she would avoid harming him in her escape. For now though, she'd just let him do whatever he wanted. tag: MAKOTO HANAMURA, open ▪ words: 603 ▪ notes: hotaru doesn't even care anymore

BY KERRIA ♥ OF GANGNAM STYLE

[MAKOTO HANAMURA]

I want to see the splendor of people's souls. Honestly Makoto only viewed her as a child. She was small and he was not going to look at her as any different. The girl rarely gave him much of a reason to do so. Yes he thought she was strong but beyond that he had nothing to say. Nothing to truly think about besides maybe getting the hell out of here anyway. Perhaps not a place for talking but those things already happened. No possible way to avoid any of it now no matter how he looked at it. Makoto had already started this even if it stressed him a little bit. How long would he be here before he got noticed? Or perhaps recognized by someone he knew. Makoto did run into quite a few people after all. The job of being a cop was good for that. "Most of them anyway. Pretty sure someone else gave me another idea of what woman are like." He shrugged, Rika was no flower. Well okay not all the time. She had that terrifying attitude about her sometimes. Not that he could blame her if he knew anything she'd entirely gone through. Or the whole cause of it anyway at that point. Makoto left things to himself either way. Sighing lightly he just hoped he'd be able to at least relax, and then get her out of here. Since it didn't seem like a good idea either way. Remaining here now was dumb so he just tucked her over his shoulder, held tight and walked away. Slowly without attention being brought to him. Or to her but who knew, she might bring it to herself. Girls seemed to be good at that no matter how one looked at it anyway. "As if I wanted that from you. But of course unless you want to end up like them. Then I can just set you right down. Let you get arrested or something." Makoto shrugged and slipped out. A bit too late now perhaps but of course he didn't care either. She didn't, and he didn't. Simple thoughts really in his mind at the very least. However she'd probably not take a huge liking to it either. He wasn't quite certain about how she'd feel if he did anything. Or tried anything. None of which was on his agenda. He paused to take a small breather when he was sure they were far enough away. "If you want to run then fine. You want to go back then that's on you. But probably not a smart idea." After all cops were all over that place, all over those people. Did she really want to be one of them? HOTARU SHIZUKA, @open

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[HOTARU SHIZUKA]

TRY TWICE AS HARD AND I'M HALF AS LIKED. ✿If he wanted to think of her as a child, then that was fine. It wasn't like she was one, anyway. She was well into her twenties and she had never, not once in her entire life, been an actual child. Her parents had prevented that by pushing her too hard to be the best. If it stopped her from mauling police for trying to arrest her, she supposed that was okay, in a sense. She did want a good fight to beat the crap out of somebody. Maybe she'd head to Kokuyo Land after this and see what mafioso were around? There was almost always at least one person - mafia or yakuza lurking trying to vet their competition in the city or some sort of showdown. Hotaru hummed a little bit in response and shrugged her shoulders. "I like flowers...but I am no flower...never have been, never will be..." Her outtake on life seemed pretty bleak...definitely something caused it to be so. She didn't really know why she was even bothering to talk to the guy who had essentially picked her up and run off with her. She didn't really have anybody to talk to...she never wanted to whine about her problems with Saverio. He'd done too much for her. The Simon stayed somewhat isolated from other families, so she wasn't going to go talk to them. Her grandfather refused to speak to her...so she didn't really have anybody. "And go ahead, set me down...I can take them..." she waved her hand dismissively. "Leave me behind like most people do, anyway. Not like you have a reason to care about me...honestly, your attempt at keeping me from being arrested is more than most people would do for me - even my own parents, but then again...the dead are very unhelpful." She really had no issue talking about her past - sometimes even going as far as to mentioning her drug use, suicide attempt, and other...rebellious attitudes in the past. She didn't care and not many people did either, they felt sorry for her most of the time...but it didn't bother her. She brushed a strand of her hair out of Makoto's face as it fell, tossing long strands of dark green hair over her shoulder. "I wasn't going to go back...I got what I was there for...I have no reason to go back. I have my bag, my money...I got to beat the shit out of a dick...no reason to go back..." When he had stopped, she had quite easily slid off his back to speak casually. She took several glances around, realizing they had gone quite a bit and where near the floral shop she owned. The business of growing plants for a forest flame user was a great one. She grew fruits and veggies, herbs for tea...even plants that were out of season still grew ripe under her care. She provided cafes with fruits and herbs for teas. She used her flames to make them grow properly. "I know where we are...come on...I'll get you a cup of tea...or something..." she stated as she padding lightly down the street towards a dark store. She took a ring of keys out of her bag and slid it into the lock. The store was dark and empty and she flipped the lights on. There were several pots of flourishing flower in the room and she lightly ran her fingers across one that seemed to be drooping and dying, subtly pushing her flames into the plant and revitalizing it a small amount. She lead Makoto into one of the break room where there was a small stove and various other items to keep employees comfortable during breaks. A far back room, lights could be seen on - probably a green house area that was never turned off to keep the plants there life-like. She pulled out a tea kettle, as well as a thing of tea from the cabinets, settling about making it. "It's the least I can do...since you went out of your way to do something nice..." she glanced away for a moment, obviously not used to somebody being nice to her with no expectation of repayment. "If you didn't hear - my name is Hotaru...." she lightly waved a hand, idly as she also pulled a container of fresh strawberries that had probably been picked earlier in the day, bright red and obviously extremely well-grown. tag: MAKOTO HANAMURA, open ▪ words: 739 ▪ notes: hotaru can be nice...it's just that she usually isn't used to people being nice to her. XD;

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