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>Call Dad.
The memory of her sister's face just now is enough to convince Marie that whether she wants to be found or not doesn't matter enough now. Like a cowboy drawing a gun, Marie takes out her cellphone and stabs it with her thumb at lightspeed.
Dad: -Hey, whassup babe.-
Dad's voice from the voice brings about the melodies of cars and wind.
๑ Marie: Hey, Shaniqua, the one who does sports,
Dad: -Which one?-
๑ Marie: The one who does sports, I just told you, let me finish. She just stormed out of the house bawling her eyes out. Help me find her.
Dad: She broke up, didn't she?
Marie knows she has to tell him and that she will tell him- yet she doubts claw at her throat. It is absurd, and it is unjustified, and yet Marie dreads this to be betrayal.
๑ Marie: ...she admitted to beating up her boyfriend regularly because he finally fought back.
Dad: -...damn.-
๑ Marie: ...yeeeaaaah. So, if you hear crying, of if you see a black girl running-
Dad: I'll get her.
The sound of wind and cars fades instantly. Marie looks at her cellphone as if it was a window to a dangerous place.
>Kuro-chan...
๑ Marie: ...tell Okaa-san that Shaniqua-chan just ran away crying, and that I'm out to getting her back.
Kuro: Yes, sure. Wow, um... Okaa-saaaan!
Marie is already putting on her jacket as her Bushido-loving sister heads to the clogged bathroom. No time to waste.
Blanc: I'm coming with!
๑ Marie: No. Wait for Kuro and go look around together. Do NOT stray away too far from home or I'll make whatever shit that could happen to you a reality when I find you.
Blanc: DAMN, BITCH, FINE.
Wasting enough seconds, Marie just rushes out of the house. By the time she had reacted to Shaniqua running away her track was already lost, so now there aren't any clues as to where the youngest could have gone. Going anywhere could already get her further from her sister- so plan B.
>Ask some nearby people.
๑ Marie: Excuse me, sir! Have you seen a black girl running around?
Random Salaryman: Oh, yes. You!
He laughs. It's the third person to already make that joke. Marie is afraid of what will happen to the fifth. Running in the opposite direction, she stops the next person: an old, venerable lady.
๑ Marie: Excuse me, lady! Have you seen a black girl running around?
Venerable Old Lady: Oh, yes. You!
Marie doesn't even answer: she rushes to the person right behind her.
๑ Marie: Sir! Have you seen a black girl running around?
The man, thin and slender, wears a hat and sunglasses; he's carrying a dakimura.
๑ Marie: Nevermind.
Man with Dakimura: A black girl runner, yes, I saw one!
๑ Marie: Wha- really?!
Man with Dakimura: Yes. She went that way.
He doesn't point with his hands, but with the fingers of the big tits anime girl with torn clothes in the long pillow.
๑ Marie: T-thanks man.
Man with Dakimura: Hope you find her!
With that, Marie flows down the streets.
