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With that Hitomi nodded a content nod. It wasn’t her usual chipper affair, but it’d do for the others. She didn’t feel like it was time to answer Kazou’s question and Daisuke seemed fine with the matter. She knew that Kimiko had some trouble with the request, but less due to the nature of it and more than her own disposition. Hitomi chose not to ignore it, but didn’t give Kimiko much, simply nodding to her commander and taking her snug seat in the back of the van. 

She waited patiently to arrive at her family home, she felt her phone which was pressed tightly in her pocket against Kimiko’s thigh buzz a few times. Once or twice she swore she caught a glance from her commander, however Hitomi knew what was more than likely being said and decidedly didn’t answer the phone.

[color=#00c0e6]“This is it Sasori-San.”[/color] She said quietly and only as loud as she had to. He pulled the van over and she glanced at Kimiko who was looking at her with some suspicion, but not of any malicious ilk. Rather, it was perhaps concern, curiosity, or candor. But the girl knew what happened when people saw how her family acted. 

Still she was not one to refuse her commander.

[color=#00c0e6]“Any and all of you may come inside, or at least up to the door, but I should only be here briefly.”[/color] She said quietly. But glanced at Sasori. [color=#00c0e6]“Well, not you. You might scare them.”[/color] She added before exiting the van.

She entered her house and her mother’s ire lashed out immediately in the way Hitomi was looked at. It caused her to flinch as she noticed the open window. She knew she had to speak first and set the volume of the conversation.

[color=#00c0e6]“I’m sorry some friends held me up after work, I’ll empty the dishwasher and I’ll find my own dinner tonight.”[/color] She said aptly, before immediately making good on her promise. But her mother did not move, simply shaking her head in the corner of the kitchen. 

It looked nice enough, white cabinets, a marbled grey island that stood in the middle of the room and added a feeling of separation to the doorway and the kitchen. The dining room and kitchen had a grey stone tiling on the floor, whereas the entryway and den were both a beautiful hard wood. Hitmomi’s father had spent many summers perfecting their home’s appearance.

[color=#e62600]“You’re leaving your father and I for dinner?”[/color] Her mother scoffed, her lips curled into a snarl. [color=#e62600]"If you're like this now, how will it be when you're moving out? Leaving your father and I for dead as soon as you can leave."[/color]

[color=#00c0e6]“If that’s alright, yes.”[/color] Hitomi replied ignoring the latter part of her mother's statment, the only noise whenever one of them wasn’t speaking was the empty clatter of chinaware against the wooden cabinets. 

[color=#e62600]“Who are these friends of yours? You didn’t have friends yesterday.”[/color] Her mother said blankly. Not removing her gaze from the back of Hitomi’s head.

[color=#00c0e6]“I just met them when I was coming-“[/color]She started.

[color=#e62600]“Speak to your mother when you’re addressing her.”[/color] Hitomi’s mother snapped, taking a single step to affirm her point, loudly colliding her foot with the tile. 

[color=#00c0e6]“I’m sorry mother,”[/color] Hitomi said bowing slightly after turning to her mother. [color=#00c0e6]“I met them when I was coming home from practice.”[/color]

[color=#e62600]“Are they men?”[/color] She asked her daughter. Hitomi winced a little, but didn’t show it on a surface level.

[color=#00c0e6]“Two of them are, yes. But there is a girl as well, and we should be going to her house, her parents will be home.”[/color] Hitomi said, waiting while her mother silently judged her.

[color=#e62600]“Well you be home before the street lights are on,”[/color] was the only reply she got.

[color=#00c0e6]“Of course, mother.”[/color] Hitomi said quietly closing the dishwasher with a gentle touch and immediately gathering up her things to leave. She snagged her phone off the counter, the small bird bauble that hung off of it gyrated around the phone and wrapped around her thumb as she reached out to the door and heard her dad call out to her from the upstairs.

But she pretended not to hear it and ran outside of the house all the same, hiding behind a small half-wall and leaning against it. She took a shallow breath before closing her eyes and adopting the same smile they had all become used to. 

[color=#00c0e6]“Sorry for the hold up!”[/color] She said retaking her place in the van.