[center][h2][color=cyan]Kanbaru Otoko[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

The events of the meeting unfolded smoothly after Touka escaped the buxom trap that was Kanbaru's chest. The bluenette didn't feel the least bit repentant as their leader insisted upon bombarding her with glares the entire time afterwards, for what was she too do with melons so well formed [i]but[/i] smother an adorably stuttering youth into making a fool of themselves? It was a sacred rite!

Bet regardless of such pleasantness, the hours passed with little fanfare and brought her to the city park in fill Magical Girl Regalia. Early exuberance gave way to a icy chill, her face concealed save for her sharp eyes beneath the cowl and mask she wore. Or at least, she would have looked intimidating were she burying her face into the screen of her phone, texting away as she waltzed into the park and sat  on the nearest bench without a glance to the already present glorious leader.

[color=cyan]"You must be awfully happy this isn't a singles tourney or you might have a chance of hosting this party yourself."[/color] She remarked, one eye flickering from the screen after an extended pause without type, no doubt waiting for a response. [color=cyan]"You haven't joined us on the last few hunts either. Something keeping you busy, Touka-Chan?"[/color]