fairlyflawed

The streets of Mitakihara's shopping district were crowded, but the two young women maneuvered past, glimpsing into window fronts. They had completed their afternoon shopping and carried the few bags by their sides. As they passed a window with various glass knickknacks, the one woman continued to gaze, fingers gently touching the window. Without another thought, she slipped inside the store, her crimson-haired companion following uneasily. It had been quite some time since she'd been in this particular shop. She knew its layout all too well, and not much had changed in the months it had been. To her right was the clearance section, directly