Hanahi fiddled with the bow to her uniform. She was finally done work for the day. Her sister was there, and they were talking absently about the work they still had to do before going to bed in a few hours so they could get up for their morning job at the bakery. She pulled out her phone, quickly checking it she saw a response from Sophia saying that she'd be at the park like Hanahi had suggested. She smiled slipping her phone into her skirt's pocket. Looking over to her sister she let Hanakou know that she had to make a detour before heading home.

Carefully Hanahi held the coat to her chest as the twin girls walked all the while getting more than their share of cat calls. As they spoke to one another their breath hung in the air for a few moments in the night air, and Hanahi felt bad for still having Sophia's jacket, and wished she could have gotten it back to her sooner, if not while she was still at school, but alas she needed to get to her job so she could afford to continue have the same home next month as she did this month.

When they got to the gates of the park, Hanahi left Hanakou at the gates to it, now wondering around it looking for the swing set that she'd agreed to meet Sophia at. Suddenly Hanahi became aware that the smells of the cafe that still permeated her clothes and hair, she wondered if Sophia would notice the scent on her, or worse on her coat. She hoped it didn't smell too bad, she was just thankful that the cafe was smoke free. After another minute she spotted the edge of the frame for the swings, and she hurried to meet Sophia who she assumed was going to be just sitting on the swings.

Either Sophia was incredibly forgetful or tired to forget her coat somewhere. She ended up having to get home without and go through her wardrobe, looking for a different one. She certainly had other ones, but she hardly liked any of them as much. However they would have to do. She ends up deciding on a long red one that buttoned diagonally across the torso. And then off she went to do the rest of her business.

She’s thankful for the call that she gets from Hanahi. She smacks herself in the head for not remembering that she let the girl borrow it. The number written on her hand had mostly faded away with the day, but stayed in her cell phone.

The park was one that Sophia had passed a few times on her trips through the Juuban area. Minatoku always seemed like a nice area, so the fact it was getting to be the evening wasn’t too concerning. She waves as she approaches. “I seriously can’t believe I forgot about that coat. Thanks for calling me about it.” Not that she thought anyone would steal it. It wasn’t worth too much money, but she was just attached to the particular article of clothing for whatever reason.

Hanahi waved back to Sophia as she walked up to the other girl with still clutching onto the jacket with her other hand, almost afraid that if she didn't hold it tight enough the jacket would spring legs and run away from the two of them. She handed Sophia the jacket as she was being thanked for it. "It's really no problem, I'm so sorry that I didn't give it back to you as soon as I went into the locker room, and that I made you come all the way out here." She did her best to muster up a weak apologetic smile.

Hanahi could feel the chill in the air through her clothes, the coat she had on was a light spring jacket, rather than one that was well suited for the subzero evenings they already had. "That's a really nice jacket that you have on now." While she felt that it was true she mostly spoke to fill the silence between them, afraid that if she didn't the cool air could start her teeth chattering.

As she puts the coat on, Sophia smells the faint aroma of coffee. Good thing that she didn’t mind the smell, and it would probably dissipate after awhile. “Still, I was wondering about out when school was about to let out. Evidently, I’m no better than an elementary school kid who needs to be told where to put their coats,” she jokes.

The light jacket that she wears strikes her as strange. Eventually, she pieces together part of a puzzle as it regarded Hanahi. Either her home life wasn’t the best or she lived life like similarly to Lance. “Hey, I’ll trade you. I’ve been badgered a lot about getting rid of stuff that I don’t wear,” she says, shrugging off the red one. “Besides, I think you’ll pull it off better than I do.” She tosses Hanahi the red one as she pulls on the gray-blue one. She buttons the double breasted jacket and shoves her hands in the pocket. “Try it on!”

Hanahi gave a little laugh at Sophia's joke. "I'm sure you're not that bad." She rubbed her bare hands together.

The surprise on Hanahi's face was plain to see when she was handed the coat. She looked down at it and then back to Sophia's smiling face. With her urging Hanahi slipped her jacket off, letting the light thing fall to the ground and she gingerly slipped on the new coat. She could still fell Sophia's warmth in it.

If she paused for a moment she would have marveled at the quality of the jacket, the closet thing she had to compare was her school uniform, and in her life the only time in her past that she could have had something that wasn't a uniform that could compare was when she was living with her adoptive parents.

She pulled her hair out from within the coat and did up the buttons on the front. She gave a spin to show it off and looked back to Sophia. "Uh how do I look?" As she stood there, she was amazed just how warm this jacket was.

During the pair's discussion a man with short brown hair arrived and saw the tail end. He was wearing a black jacket and sturdy black pants, he was outside his territory which took up a large chunk of Shinjuku but he had wanted to get the pulse for what else was going on. That insufferable Soma had taken over a few too many time recently and he was hoping that getting away might help him settle down and regain control. Though as he is walking around he noticed the pair and walks over.

"Didn't expect to run into you." He says as he walks up to Sophia and looks over the new person. He wondered idly who she was but figured it'd be easier to just find out. His nose twitched a couple of times as he checked to see if she was a youma...she wasn't...or at least was very well concealed.

Lance was a about 5'11 his broad shoulders but slimmer figure made him seem both bigger and lankier than he actually was. His brown hair was in disarray as if he had only bothered finger combing it and then went running around afterwards and his brown eyes were hard, far harder than anyone his age should have. He looked the girl over. He recognized the too thin frame of someone who had not had enough food growing up, something he had become very familiar with over the past few years and something he still saw frequently.

Lance's probing expression returns to his usual slightly discontented one before he lapses into concentration and with the apparent effort of someone who didn't like most people tried to smile. "My name is Lance, I'm a friend of Sophias, it's...good...to meet you." As he finishes he lets out a long breath and his slight frown returns apparently having sapped his entire reserve of friendliness.

"You're gonna freeze." He points out to Sophia as he looks at her coat.

“Looking great! You look good in red,” Sophia smiles. It’s heartwarming to see the look of surprise and happiness on Hanahi’s face. Maybe she could give Hanahi all her off the shoulder shirts. It’s not like she wanted them anymore, but they might be a slightly too large for Hanahi and her thin figure.

“Good evening, Lance. How are you? I normally don’t see you in this district either,” she mentions. Truthfully, she never saw Lance anywhere in the vicinity of school except at the dance. She shakes her head, pulling on her normal grayish-blue coat that she wore. “This is usually warm enough for me. But if you’re worried, why don’t we all get coffee, hot cocoa, or tea? My treat!”

Motioning to leave the park, she says, “I know there’s a pretty good cafe around her with really good cupcakes if you are interested. Unless either of you have a preference for one or the other? I certainly don’t mind walking elsewhere either.”

Hanahi couldn't help but have her smile broaden further. It really was a nice coat. When Lance made his presence known Hanahi froze, this was the beginnings of a horror movie in her mind, and a very short cameo for the two of them, just this one scene and a shot of a news paper reading "two teens missing" on the front page. When Sophia responded to him, Hanahi found that she could breath again. She picked up her old coat, even if Sophia was giving her this new coat, she couldn't afford to just leave it. She could feel her stomach sinking though knowing that she couldn't keep this coat and let her sister stay in her thin coat, but that was a bridge she didn't have to cross just yet.

She looked at Sophia when she offered to get them all hot drinks. "Really?" There was a musical tone to Hanahi's voice as she spoke, she had not been expecting the night to go in such a direction, but a tiny voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her not to accept gifts from others that she had no hope of being able to pay back, and yet she couldn't find the willpower to refuse.

Finally she realized that she didn't actually know the man who a moment ago she had been figuring for a murderer and possible rapist. She turned to him, her face slightly red, both from the cold and embarisment of how poorly she'd thought of him for no reason other than him being a man outside at night. She held her coat tight as though it were a invincible shield that he wouldn't be able to penetrate. "Uh, hello, I am, that is my name is, I'm Anto, Hanahi Anto." The voice in the back of her mind that had moments before been yelling at her for taking gifts from Sophia had been replaced by a curios chastising her for stuttering from her embarrassment for thinking so poorly, being sure that he would misunderstand and think that was crushing on him after only a few moments since meeting him.

Lance's frown deepens at Sophia's response. "You really shouldn't be out now Sophia, the streets are dangerous at this point, especially around the school." He grumbles, jeez when had he become so soft, maybe it was a lack of fighting. He hadn't had an honest punch up in quite a while. His gaze shifted to the other girl. "Same goes to you kid, the gangs around the school have been acting up since their leader left, it'd be best if you both avoided wandering around in places where are are not a lot of people."

Lance's grumpy expression persisted for the exchange as he looked around. When a couple of guys started walking towards them he glared and the two turned off either not wanting a fight or simply wanting to avoid trouble. When Sophia offered a hot drink he nodded without thinking...Lance still couldn't get used to the fact that he was no longer broke. He'd need to get out of the habit of accepted any free food or drink. "Alright but put this on." He says taking off his coat and dumping it onto Sophia's head. Underneath he was wearing a simple long sleeved dark grey shirt. The cold didn't seem to bother him that much as he rotated his arm a bit to stretch.

Though as he did he noticed the girl's embarrassment and frowned. Was she afraid of him, well that was certainly the norm, but he was surprised that one of Sophia's friends was reacting so normally. He nods as she introduces herself. "Alright let's head that way, if something does happen, I'll handle it." He says a caustic air of aggression surrounding him.

As he starts walking her turns towards Anto. "Sorry for scaring you..." He apologizes awkwardly, trying to be civil with people was really a pain. Why did he think this was a good idea? He grumbles silently to himself.

It’s dangerous on the streets at night. Sophia’s pretty sure her father has said that a million times to her. So far not much has happened. “I guess I can’t persuade you it’ll be ok; I always have my phone on me,” she says, sheepishly. She already admitted unfortunately that there wasn’t much she could do if a normal human attacked her.

She bows her head to let the coat fall into her hands and puts it on. Though Lance didn’t seem bothered by the cold yet, she worried that it might get to him eventually. Why did he look so upset anyways? Performing an action best described as a glomp, she says, “Alright, alright. Only going outside with a proper coat and staying to well-lit streets at night. What about you though? Are you going to be ok without a coat? I’m really not that cold...”

Detaching from Lance, she starts going back to a more well-lit path through the area. “I think we’ll be fine though. We aren’t too far away, and we'll be getting closer to the nicer residential area.”

Hanahi wore a smile as Sophia and Lance interacted, but she couldn't help but wonder just what they are to one another, Lance had called her his friend, but to Hanahi there had been a pause that seemed just a little bit to long, and she wondered if the two were really just friends or if they were something more. She didn't think they were dating, but she'd been wrong before, or maybe they were the type of friends who gave one another benefits that most didn't get. Still it was nice to see two people so happy around one another, even if she couldn't help but feel a little bit invisible.

Once Sophia was no longer hanging onto Lance Hanahi followed as she lead them along the lit part of the path, Hanahi keeping on the opposite side of Sophia from where Lance was. "So, uh, where are we going?" The only place that Hanahi really knew was where she worked, and it wasn't a place that she really wanted to go, as much as ogling her co-workers might be, she didn't want Lance, and more importantly, Sophia to know she worked at a place that make its waitresses wear such short uniforms, so that you had to be extra careful if something was dropped on the floor, even if her sister managed to make so many more tips that she did with just a few 'accidents' with the right type of customer.

Lance looks at Sophia's phone and quirks his eyebrows sarcastically. "Sophia, how difficult do you think it would be for someone like David or I to walk up and take the phone from you by force?" He asks her rhetorically, they both knew that any fight between Lance and Sophia wouldn't be fair. "Now if you are carrying around a taser or something that's another story, it takes some real skill to disarm even an armature with a taser." He admits,seeming to have become more comfortable now that he was on a topic he knew something about, but the discussion quilky veers off and he finds Sophia latching onto him.

Lance shrugs her off uncomfortably his frown staying. He was not good with physical contact that did not involved one side trying to hurt the other and he certainly didn't feel comfortable about this. "I'll be fine Sophia, when I was on the streets I had to make due with far less than this, and even aside from that I don't really get sick anymore." he admits, he was not particularly shy about his past. Lance had been a punk for most of his time in high school and had been on his own for a few years now, there was no sense in trying to sugar coat or hide it.

Though as Anto asks where they are going he nods. "Yeah I've been wondering too, I'm not that familiar with these kinds of places in this area." He admits though as they walk he finds himself asking. "So Anto, what's your story? You a student at the academy or something?" He asks plainly.

Sophia looks down when asked how easily someone could take her phone. “Yeah, but David has an unfair advantage...” she says, stopping herself short. Hanahi didn’t need to know about his paralysis power, or the fact that people with powers even existed. “I’m not even sure where’d I get a taser though.”

So much for the power of hugs. It seemed like the frown was glued on his face. She doesn’t press for information about his time on the streets. While he seemed comfortable enough with it, it seemed odd to ask. She also feels out of place, growing up with more than the other two. It’s not a situation that she knew how to relate to as sympathetic as she was to the stories. “A few blocks North from here,” Sophia clarifies since the two seemed to be curious, “I think the name was something kind of cheesy like ‘Whole Latte Love’.”

Bringing the focus back to Hanahi, she is also equally curious about the girl. “I’m also interested in hearing it. All I know is you’re one of many of my peers at Juuban and do track, racing in a good portion of the events. What else is going on in your life?”

Hanahi wondered who this David was, another American from the base, probably a new enlisty who was more steroids than man at this point, why they would do something that would shrink their oh so precious balls was beyond her. Hanahi really had no idea where to get one either, though it would have been helpful to have when she was younger, so many close calls that didn't need to be so close.

Once Sophia was leading them to the coffee shop, Hanahi couldn't help but endulger herself and latched onto Sophia's arm as the walked, being sure to keep on the opposite side as Lance was on, keeping Sophia as her shield, even if Sophia did trust him. Hanahi's heart sank and she felt the heels of all their feet crushing her heart, all from Sophia simply speaking the name of the place she was taking them. She was right about the name Whole Latte Love, was just a few blocks from there and Hanahi had spent most of her afternoon there. In her own introspection she stumbled a bit, still holding onto Sophia, but managed to catch herself, having snapped back to where they were. "Oh sorry!" She glanced back at where they had been walking. "I just tripped on some uneven ground." She gave the two of them a meek smile.

When the two of them started asking about her past her mind went racing to the story that she and Hanakou had come up with together. "Well there isn't much. I moved here about two and a half months ago with my parents and my little sister." She grasped at what to tell them, and what would seem normal. She couldn't very well tell them that she was a fugitive ward of the state who had now twice in her life run away with her sister and they were now each working two jobs to afford a place. "We have a place in Asakusa, it's not terribly big but it's nice." She wondered if she should have told them that, it'd be trouble for her if they ever decided to pay a surprise visit since there was no way they would ever think more than one or two people. "But my dad has to travel a lot for business, so we don't get to see him as much as we'd like." In truth she knew she'd never even been held by her father, and though she'd once been told when she was little that her mother had gotten to hold her, she'd later found out that was most likely a fantasy told to her by a well meaning foster care worker.

"I'm an open book, feel free to ask me anything." She gave Lance a smile and then beamed up at Sophia. It wasn't true though, she would be open to someone who had the keys to her heart, but the only one she knew who did was her sister, who already knew about her past, her real past that is. Not the concoction that the two had dreamed up of middle class life. "And you'll tell me about yourselves too, right?" She still smiled at Sophia, though more timid than just a moment ago.

At least Hanahi seemed chipper, holding on to her arm. However, this makes it so when Hanahi trips, Sophia is knocked a little off balance and bumps into her. Once she regains her balance, she asks, “No. It’s ok. Are you alright?”

She nods as Hanahi gives them the rundown of her life. Sophia doesn’t catch on the fact it is a lie. It seemed plausible enough that her father was simply neglectful of his two daughters. “I always wanted a sister… instead I have two older brothers. Does she also go to Juuban? How do you like Tokyo so far?”

“My life isn’t really all that eventful. Let’s see I was born in the states, but spent most of my life here in Japan on base. My dad’s a Colonel, my mom’s a Commander, and my eldest brother’s fighting back home in Florida. I always admired Gabe. He led a group to save a whole bunch captured civilians recently. I share my room with a white cat who frequently sheds hair on my things,” she says, trying to reciprocate. She had to leave out the supernatural bits. She realizes she must sound boring with all this free time and nothing to account for it.