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The sight of Juno Tomoe wearing nothing but an oversized white shirt borrowed – stolen – from your wardrobe is not one that you ever expected to see, but these are strange times. She pretends not to notice your surprise, yawning and slouching a little lower in her chair as you slowly sit opposite her. It’s still early, early enough that you didn’t think anyone else was awake. That, as much as her state of dress, is what surprised you.
“By all means, take a good look,” Juno teases, reaching down to lift the hem of her shirt, “Do you need to check me over for any hidden weapons?”
“That won’t be necessary,” you answer quickly, gesturing for her to leave her shirt be. She lets the hem drop back down, but not before you catch the slightest glimpse of neatly trimmed red hair. “Here,” you continue, dropping an envelope down on the low table beside her.
Juno peers at the envelope. “What is this?” she asks, not quite reaching out for it.
“Everything I know about your… about the previous owner of that charm,” you explain, pointing to the little glint of gold around her neck, “I know you said that you didn’t want to know, but think of it as an insurance policy. If something was to happen to me, and you ever felt like filling that hole in your heart…”
Saying nothing, Juno picks up the envelope and starts to move it towards a candle. But she stops, her hand freezing in place a tiny distance away from the open flame. Then, with a sigh, she drops the envelope back down on the table. “Damn you,” she mutters, “You’re so annoying.”
“I like to think of myself as “considerate”, actually.”
“That’s why you’re so annoying.”
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Alex, somewhat jaded by now, barely pauses when he sees Juno sitting at the dining table in her borrowed shirt. He just gives you a dubious look, no doubt assuming the worst, and goes on about his day. Still, it reminds you that you should at least pretend to make an effort to fix her clothing situation. “So,” you begin, gesturing vaguely towards her bare legs, “What are we going to do about-”
“Miss Legrasse has already gone into town to look for some clothes,” Juno interrupts, allowing herself a wistful smile, “She knows my measurements.”
“I see,” you reply, struggling to find something else to say in order to change the subject. “I’ve been thinking about your father,” you add at last, “Do you think he knows anything?”
Juno raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I see how it is. They try to scare some answers out of me, while you offer a friendly face. Sorry, but that’s the oldest trick in the book,” she sneers, “You mustn’t think very highly of me, if you thought I’d fall for that.”
“It looks bad, I know,” you admit with a grimace, “Would you believe me if I said it was a genuine question?”
“I believe you,” Juno remarks, “If they really wanted to trick me, they’d send someone better than you.”
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