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Post by Meioh Setsuna on Mar 16, 2009 17:54:41 GMT -5
It was lunch time in the house hold of the Outer family, Setsuna was ever so carefully measuring baby formula into a bottle. She made sure the bottle was not too warm for little girl by tapping a small amount on to her wrist. The TV could be heard in the living room only a room away; that was where Setsuna left Hotaru in her playpen for a moment, so she could fix the young child some lunch. From what Setsuna heard an entertainment report featuring the Three Lights was on the TV at the moment.
"Must be the new flavor of the month.". Setsuna said softly as the TV switched topics, Setsuna walked over to the threshold of the doorway, and poked her head out into the living room. She could see that Hotaru was sitting up in her playpen, her purple gaze seemed to be aimed at the TV. Setsuna's features took on a smile as she watched the young child, she turned back and headed toward the kitchen to grab the freshly made bottle.
"Hotaru-chan, it's lunch time.", Setsuna said cheerfully as she made her way back into the living room; and to the baby that sat in her play pen, one hand holding onto the bottle. Placing the bottle upon a small table that sat next too the sofa; Setsuna went to reach down to pick up the slightly bald child, giving her peach fuzzed head a little pat.
"You need to grow some hair, little one.", Setsuna said as she smiled; reaching her arm to grab the bottle and place it into the baby's mouth. All the while Setsuna hummed gently while the young child drank.
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Post by Tomoe Hotaru on Mar 16, 2009 19:58:24 GMT -5
Her eyes were glued to the TV screen as she sat within the play pen she had been placed within, her small fingers gripped at the edge of the dress she had been put within. Her gentle tufts of ebony hair seemed to frame her features as she tilted her head to the side, her lips open slightly as she focused upon the imagine of the three pop idols. Hotaru Tomoe had been reunited with the Outers not long ago, but the truth of their reunion was not much of a happy one when it was discovered the Messiah the death busters hailed had been an evil spirit which was trapped within the young child’s body. At the time she had been a spirited 13, but due to the past events she had been dreadfully ill. It had been her new adoptive family who had saved her, brought her to the world that she know called her home.
Her expression lightened into fits of giggles when she heard the sound of her Setsuna-mama’s tone, her baby like curiosity caused her to turn as the TV lost her attention. Her small hands reached out in the form of a grabby expression, her small fingers flexing with each moment gone. The means of her being purified as that of a rebirth, the young child returned to her youth as a baby until she was needed again. Maybe this was why some people had commented on how well she behaved, how her eyes seemed so wise and old at the same time. The soft squeal echoed out as she started to laugh, happy to be picked up by her Setsuna-mama. It seemed like a century in a day waiting for her to return to normal age, but still she remained her child like cuteness as she gripped a hold of the bottle as she happily fed. Her eyes glanced every so often to the TV. Clearly the Three Lights had gotten her interest, something about them stood out to the young child and it was unclear what.
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Post by Kaiou Michiru on Mar 25, 2009 15:46:33 GMT -5
A small BMW Z4 slowly pulled into the driveway. It's deep teal exterior gently gleaming into the light of the afternoon sunlight. A minute or the engine was shut off. Slender hand slowly pushed open the door to step out of the posh vehicle, shutting the door closed shortly after. The corners of Michiru’s lightly painted lips quirked up at the corners into a gentle smile at the thought of seeing her loved ones again.
Long ebony tresses had been brushed up into a mid-pony tail. A charming off white wrap dress, with a floral print of soft pinks, covered her form, the skirt of which fell just above her knees. The soft sound of her kitten heals made a hushed sound along the smooth pavement of the driveway. She paused just before the door, using her key to unlock it. Once inside, Michiru moved toward the side, sitting at the small sit before taking her heels off and replacing them with a pair of soft blue house shoes.
"Minna-san, I am home" she called in a friendly tone, her slender hands gently smoothing out her the skirt of her dress before rising to stand fully.
The early portion of her day had been spent at her Tokyo art gallery. There, she meet with a few clients and began plans to commission a work for anther. Despite this busy schedule she always tried to set aside time for lunch.
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Post by Meioh Setsuna on Mar 30, 2009 18:35:31 GMT -5
Setsuna gave the tiny child a warm smile as she gripped for the bottle in her hand, the young women gave out a soft laugh as she let Hotaru grasp the tiny bottle in her hands.
"Your the hungry one today.", Setsuna said softly, holding the child firmly in her lap, one hand still upon the top of the bottle. Setsuna's dark brown gaze looked over at the TV, she had noticed just how the young girl stared at the TV that had the pop idols The Three Lights featured. Truth be told ever since their break out appearance Setsuna had taken an interest in the new group, something about them seemed odd. She had yet to put a finger on that hunch.
Slowly the bottle Setsuna held was emptied by the young child, and with a graceful moment Setsuna placed the bottle on the table that sat beside her and she grabbed a plain cotton cloth that rested near by. With another graceful moment, Setsuna flipped the cloth upon her shoulder, covering the black tank top that she wore. With a soft movement, Setsuna lifted the tiny child up and allowed her tiny head to rest upon her shoulder. With a few soft pats, Setsuna made an attempt to burp the little black haired child.
In between pats, Setsuna heard the front door open and a soft voice echoed though the house.
"I'm in the living room Michiru-san.", Setsuna called out softly to the dark haired female that entered the home.
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