. Oh my God, kid, Kingston thought as the kid began to launch into the whole ass story about how to make cinnamon buns. They’d been starting to warm up the the kid for a moment, he didn’t seem to be the worst of the League’s little gang of babies, but the little warmth that had been stirring in Kingston’s chest towards the superzero was quickly quashed as he launched into it, I don’t need or want to hear it, I’ll be late to work.
. Thankfully, the superzero quickly realized that time was a thing, and he began to leave, telling Kingston (who could really care less), that he was going to be late.
. Normally, Kingston would let a kid that young leave them without any bit of consequence, but as this one had ruined their shirt and coat and was a League kid to boot, they decided it was only appropriate to leave the parting sting of an intrusive thought into his innocent little mind.
. No one will ever remember you when you’re gone as anything but a klutz and an annoying time-waster, Kingston drew the sentence in their own brain before tossing the thought into the kid’s brain with practiced ease.
. There, that should throw him off a bit. Take some pep out of his step. Serves him right for ruining my day.

[ @Shade, ]

Vesper was silent as she leaned against the lobby wall, patiently waiting for, well, anyone really. She greeted incoming workers with their nine-to-five (or eight-to-five, in this case), giving a gentle dip of her head with a polite little smile to each person that walked by, some returning the friendly gesture - and some not. But the young girl hardly minded; they had a job to do, were busy people with fluctuating emotions, and were often occupied. Whether they returned her friendly greeting changed little to her day, though it was rarely a bother if they did.

With little to do, she scanned the lobby's surroundings for no apparent reason; just a simple look around until the twinkle of fairy dust pleasantly pulled the young girl from her mundane thoughts. A slight, genuine, smile crept on lips. She needn't look at the screen or even take out her phone to know who this message was from; you see, Vesper enjoyed assigning different ringtones to different people. That way, she knew whether a message may be important, ignorable, from her aunt or from a pleasant being. The sound of fairy dust being that of a friend; or, more accurately, a close friend. In this case Hera. Even for that she needn't take out her phone; Vesper didn't have many friends, let alone close friends. For that reason Hera was singular in her ringtone, and may as well remain so even if Ves ever found another close friend, unlikely as it was. She enjoyed knowing when she received a message from the older woman, and just as much enjoyed knowing who the message was from without ever needing to look at her phone. It was practical.

With little more hesitation, Vesper pulled the electronic device from her pocket, opening it up to see the comedic response, causing the girl to grin. Walking down the streets like a zombie, read the message, a response she could expect from Hera. Luckily, Vesper knew that should Hera truly be walking down the streets like a zombie, she'd likely be late and unable to reply over the phone - so there was little cause for worry (lest she be one of those fast zombies, and one with an excellent mind, which Vesper didn't plan on for they were meant to be braindead).
"Nothing much, just waiting for others to show up."
She typed a quick reply, sending the first part before she could start the second. You?, was what Vesper had begun typing out, though by then the young pink-haired girl had already spotted her friend walking up to the building. Deleting the few letters she'd typed and stuffing away her phone (after turning it off, of course) Vesper regained a more correct stature by not leaning against the wall and taking a few steps forward. There, she greeted Hera with a smile.

"You make me sound like a child, but I'm fine, thank you."
She mused lightly, a bit teasingly - she'd grown accustomed to the nickname, after all - head tilting and straight pink hair following suit. She then raised her chin a tad bit, head tilting the other way ever so slightly - it was a silent way of returning Hera's question, though, Phantasia was soon caught by another one of Hera's. Oh dear. Taken aback by the sudden comment her face lowered, a light embarrassed blush creeping onto her cheeks.
...She knew exactly what Hera was alluding to. Despite their slight difference in age, they got along just fine and would spend free time together every so often, such as the time they watched Tarzan at her aunt's place. It had just been the two of them, luckily, her aunty, much as she loved her, might've not let her live it down. Then again, Hera wasn't either. You see, barely were they one minute into the movie, and Vesper was already in tears. But could you blame her? The parents - the music - the sights - the situation - Two worlds, one family; how could she not tear up at that? Though, it was something she would prefer keeping between the two of them.
"No, I haven't had the time. But it's not as though you've never teared up in front of a movie."
There must have been one, Vesper was certain, that made Hera tear up - or maybe even cry. Was it the titanic? Some tragedy, or a drama? Ah, it was on the tip of her tongue.

Hm, a sudden thought popped up in the girl's mind, shifting her gaze from light laughter to sudden and momentarily fixate on Hera. Had she heard the news about the two murders? Probably, but... Hm.
"What will you be doing for Victory Day?"
She decided to ask that instead, small smile returning to her face. Victory Day was a much nicer topic of conversation than murders.


[ @Epiphany ]