Hanahi walked through the crisp morning air, she'd finished her shift at the bakery and now she needed to study. She was jogging through the streets in the warm morning that had melted any snow that had fallen over the night. She slid across some wet pavement, coming to a stop in front of the library. Jogging up the stairs she didn't bother looking into the door, the library opened at 10 on saturdays, so the door would just open as she pushed on it.

The door didn't open.

Hanahi found herself on the ground after bouncing off of the door. She looked at the door in mild confusion and spotted a note taped to the inside of the door simply reading that the library's opening that day would be delayed until noon. She lay back down on the cold concrete, her bare legs protesting their exposer to the ground, even still she just watched the nearly empty street as a handful of people went along their way. It wasn't until she realized that if the person came to open the door from inside of the building would have a clear view of exactly what she was wearing under her skirt that she finally picked herself up, not entierly sure what she was to do with herself now, or at least until the place opened in an hour.

Azeria was happy that she was feeling fantastic and at her once again happy go lucky normal self. In her right hand was her overly priced coffee drink and in her other hand her cellphone. She was busily texting a friend of hers as she sauntered along. Turning, she walked right up to the library (which was her destination that day.) and paused first to read the sign then to look at the girl before huffing and sticking out her bottom lip.

"To close a library should be a crime. Books are wonderful things that shouldn't be delayed for some reason or other."

Azeria spoke more to the girl standing next to her verse herself, she believed this in her heart and she kept her own books much like a library did. If there ever came a day that she was able to get a bigger place she already knew that she would fill it full of books. With a quick pocket of her phone she smiled warmly to Hanahi and held her hand out. The first thing that one would notice is the un-bandaged stitches on the left side of her forehead stretching from the middle curving around her hair line to her temple. It looks like its in good health and healing wonderfully.

"Hello. My Name is Azeria and you are?"

"Yeah, it really should be." Hanahi responded absentmindedly to the woman beside her. She wasn't paying the woman much mind instead thinking about what she was going to do for the next hour, she could spend a few hundred yen and get a tea somewhere, but she didn't really have the money to waste.

It wasn't until Azeria's hand was practically holding Hanahi's that she focused on Azeria. "Oh, sorry! I'm H-hanahi. It's a pleasure to meet you." She shook her hand, it seemed odd to her, it wasn't something that she was raised to do, such an American thing to do, though with that name, Hanahi wondered if she was a half-breed. She looked Japanese enough, though with those reptile contacts she had in, maybe she wasn't there could be a pair European eyes hiding behind them. No matter really.

"So, uh, I was planning on studying the day away, but it looks like I'm locked out for the next little while. Would you like to go somewhere while we wait for them to open?" She gave Azeria a smile, she didn't really want to try studying out side when the whether was so unpredictable. "I think there's a park that isn't too far from here, or if there's somewhere you'd rather go to, I'm all years." Hanahi considered adding on a 'if it's not too expensive.' but thought better of it.

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she motions to a tea house nearby as she took the last little sips of her coffee drink. Which was more whipped cream than actual coffee. Azeria's 'contacts' were so life like, in fact as she stepped into the shade the pupils of them widened, it was almost as if they were real. The older female smelled strongly of vanilla and coffee and she wore a pair of scrubs. Her scrubs were embroidered with the name of the local hospital which, one can assume she worked.

"Mmm, Sorry. I've always found the western greetings far more personal and interesting than the traditional bow and such. Perhaps going to the local coffee place? They're the ones that have the specials before noon I believe."

Azeria seemed to radiate warmth and sunshine, like nothing could get her down. One would find it difficult to have a bad time around her. Turning as she lead the way, she walked slowly as if she was scared that Hanashi would not follow. Or, perhaps given the exposed stitches on her forehead that she didn't want to fall on her face again. Upon sauntering down to the end of the walk and down the stairs she threw the empty plastic cup away which remnants of whipped cream still clung to.

Hanahi can't help but raise her eyebrow was the woman chuckles to herself, well at least she wasn't that weird guy she met the other week, what a freak show that was. She shuttered as she followed Azeria down the stair, just from thinking of that encounter.

"Oh, uh, it's fine, really just a bit surprising, usually people look a bit ore cowboyish when they do it, that's just all." She gave a timid smile to the woman.

"So uh, how expensive is this tea house?" Hanahi asked nervously, she really didn't want to spend more than maybe three hundred yen there, and yet there were places that three hundred yen wouldn't even cover a pack of sugar, much less a drink.

"This little ole place? Its pretty cheep you can get this little lunch special for 300 yen or a pot of most kinds of tea for 100 yen.. 150 for the harder to get teas. Its ran by an elderly couple that likes to keep the prices low."

With a little smirk she hums a little bit while she stops and looks both ways before walking across the street towards the Tea house. Azeria paused a bit as she chuckled a little bit at hearing Hanashi's words about cowboys. With a little crack of her neck she waited for Hanashi to meet her at the entrance of the tea house. Her piercing azul eyes following the younger female closely.

"Cowboy-ish huh? Americans are strange in some of their methods, but their form of greeting is more personal, it leaves something to enjoy. Though, they may catch colds faster that way."

Azeria made a little face of disgust before a shutter trails down her spine. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer before squirting a healthy amount into it. It was as if the very thought of contracting some germs from shaking someones hand made her a little germaphobic. Rubbing her hands together she shuttered once more before holding the door to the tea house open for Hanashi.

As Azeria started to answer her question, Hanahi could feel her heart stop beating for the moment, as she went over how much it could be, slowly the blood started flowing through her body once more. Slowly as Azeria watched her, almost like how a patient viper watches its prey, Hanahi walked up to where she was at the entrance to the tea house.

When it was explained to her why Azeria liked such a personal greeting, she could only manage a small responce "Oh, ok..." It still seemed weird to her though.

Hanahi watched Azeria, by her estimate, drenched her own hands in sanitizer before taking hold of the door and letting Hanahi go in first, she couldn't help but wonder if the woman's gesture just undid everything she had done with the sanitizer. "Oh thank you." She walked into the shop and was greeted by the auroma of tea, and the massive list of teas that they offered even if they were all cheap.

A small blush crossed her features a bit as she realized that the sanitizer was a contradiction to what she had said and shook her head. As a nurse she was a little afraid of getting sick. It was never to the point of keeping everything in her apartment on par with a clean room, however she did keep a close eye on someone with even a sniffle. Taking a deep breath in she smiled warmly at the smell of the tea and smiled, it was always comforting to smell the various scents of tea and steamed dumplings that they served here (house specialty). Stepping forward she smiled and bowed her head respectfully towards the elderly woman who lead them towards their table. Upon sitting down the elderly woman nodded her head in a familiar gesture before walking out without their orders.

"I'm a bit of a regular. I try to come every week around the same time it's one of the things that I like about Gunpowder here. The staff is friendly, the tea is cheep and plentiful, and they have almost every type of tea I can think of and then some." Azeria smiled warmly as she motioned to the place setting in front of her.

She followed the two to the booth and before she could just ask for what ever the cheapest tea was the woman walked away without taking their order. Her gaze lingered on the walking away woman before she realized that Azeria was talking her and she gave the woman the attention that she deserved. When she was offered the seat across from Azeria she only then became aware that she was standing when she should have already been seated. Hurriedly she slid into her seat across from Azeria and looked around doing her best to take in the atmosphere of the place around her. "Yes, it's very nice in here." She smiled at Azeria, if she hadn't show up Hanahi would be outside on the steps of the library at this very moment. "How many of their types of teas have you tried?" She could scantly imagine how many types of tea were at her finger tips here.

"There are several dozen.. Though I have tried at least a dozen, but I really like the house tea which is gun powder." Azeria smiled warmly as she watched Hanahi closely. It was as if she was peering at Hanahi to pick up on small signs of distress or uncomfortable circumstance. "I try to come as often as I possibly can which is, each time I'm on this side of town. Which is about twice a week." With a small giggle she nibbled on her bottom lip a bit. "So, What brings you out to the library today?" Azeria asked simply to be polite, knowing full well that she was most likely making Hanashi uncomfortable.

With the way that Azeria was staring at Hanahi all she could do was tilt her head a bit, wondering if she had a obvious and glaring flaw by way of dirt or something similarly mortifying. She waits as long as she can before asking the question that will lead to her finding out the horrible truth. "Do I have something on my face?"

As Hanahi is asked what she's doing there that morning she just shrugs before speaking, figuring it was fairly obvious, though a part of her wanted to make up a story about how she had come there for a secret tryst. "I'm just here to study, it's better than at home." She did her best to smile gently, not wanting to get too far into why it wasn't good to study at home, and how embarrassing it was that she couldn't even afford a desk to study at.

Blinking a bit before blushing she shook her head a bit to Hanashi. "No not at all. I was just making sure that I wasnt making you overly uncomfortable." It was at this time she blushed gently and was a bit relieved at the sight of the old woman returning with a tray of dumplings (ten in total), a pot of tea, two tea cups, two dipping sauces one brown while the other was red, and two pairs of chopsticks. "Thank you Ma'am." She stated in an affectionate tone towards the older woman. Picking up a pair of chopsticks she took them in hand before picking up two dumplings and placing them on a smaller self serving plate before pouring herself a cup of tea. "Studying is good, I was coming to check out a few books and then seeing if there was anything in the way of seeing if they had second hand books for my school." Pausing for a moment she smiled a bit. "However, the idea of bring my boss there for some alone time along the stacks of books was tempting." It was her idea of making Hanashi laugh, she spoke in a light teasing tone which would allow Hanashi to know it was a joke. Though after a moment of thinking the idea was tempting, her and peter could see each others tastes in books.