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Log: Bianchi and Miranda

Bianchi was sitting outside the small Inn on a bench by the front drive, typing on a laptop while she waited for Hayato's new woman to arrive so Bianchi could decide how she felt about the other woman. The sun was high in the sky and the weather was actually nice. She'd had the kitchen put together a light tea, with finger foods and petite sweets. The woman had said she'd be able to find her way to this island well enough. It was only a matter of time.

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"Eh... well... it's... not all that simple. See, it's more like they're the ones hunting us" Miranda lifts the sweet to her lips, chewing on it absentmindedly and suddenly feeling nostalgic. She had been away from home for eight months now. Eight months without fighting, with war, without blood. The Exorcist idly wondered if when she returned, time would be restored and she would pick up where she left off. Miranda swallowed. "An Exorcist's job is to fight the akuma, but not look for them. Most of the time, we're off trying to find the Innocence, and the akuma just happen to be in the area searching too"

"Hmm, I prefer to be the hunter." She said thoughtfully, eating a scone. Of course she was raised as an assassin not a detective, it stood to reason that she would be more comfortable taking out enemies than searching for something. Not that she didn't do research as well. Bianchi was a woman of action, which sometimes made other uncomfortable. Touching a stranger's cheek, for instance. "Innocence?"

"A-Ah. I'm sorry, I forget it's unique to me world" Miranda pokes at her pastry, sighing. "It's... this substance. I-I don't really know how to describe it. But... it's supposed to be a gift from God. Each Innocence is compatible with only one person, and that person becomes an Exorcist" She pauses, sipping her tea. After a moment, the cup is placed gingerly on the saucer, and she runs her gloved fingers lightly around the rim. "Innocence is the only thing that can hope to destroy an akuma"

It sound interesting. But not useful to Bianchi so she just nods and spreads a little lemon curd on the last of her scone. If she sees an akuma she'll deal with it. "Have you had previous lovers? Boyfriends? Maybe another of these... exorcists?"

Mirandas' blush flares up again, and she drops her second pastry. It bounces gently off the plate and land next to the tea cup. My goodness Bianchi is so straight-forward. The Exorcist shakes her head hesitantly, wanting to be honest but feeling slightly silly admitting such a thing.

Bianchi looks at her curiously. She's very shy about these things it seems. And no wonder. "How old did you say you were?"

The Exorcist shrinks a little bit in her chair. She covers half of her red-hot face with her gloved hand.

Even older than Bianchi had guessed. What had happened in this woman's world that she hadn't ever had someone to love? Bianchi leaned forward and gently pulled the woman's hand away from her face. "Your job must take a toll. I can't imagine any reason a man hasn't snatched you up already. You're quite lovely when you smile and you've been pleasant to speak with." She tilted her head, still holding the woman's gloved hand and waited to see if she could explain.

Miranda blushes a little hotter. "T-Thank you, Miss Bianchi but... I-I've only had this job for a little more than a year" She lets her hand be held, though there is a certain tenseness to it that shows she's not used to such physical attention. "I-I wasn't... a very good catch back home. I can't cook very well, and I'm clumsy and I couldn't keep a job, and..." She sighs. "Just not... what a man back then wanted in a wife" The Exorcist was about to add how surprised she was the Gokudera was still putting up with her, but refrained. After all, if the bomber found out she had spoken ill of herself, he would have thrown a fit.

"Fools." She said simply. "Cooking can be learned, grace can be taught." She patted the other woman's hand. "Perhaps sometime we could work together. If it would make you feel more confident." She released the woman's hand and went back to her tea. "A woman should know herself and have confidence."

Dark eyes blink at the younger woman. Once. Twice. "...r-really?" Miranda was ultimately flattered that Bianchi would offer to be her tutor. Though, there was that little unconfident voice in the back of her mind that said that the Italian would get annoyed after the first lesson, but Miranda shut it up but good. "T-Thank you, Bianchi. You're too kind"

Bianchi took a dainty bite of a petite four and shrugged. "If you have the time sometime." She smiled at the other woman. "I enjoy sharing knowledge."

"I enjoy learning" Miranda smiled in return, her blush fully gone now. She didn't understand at all why Gokudera didn't like his sister. Sure there was the poisoning but... was it really on purpose? "Whenever you like. I'm free most of the time!"

Bianchi's lips curled in one corner and she lifted her tea for another sip. "Mmm I think I have some time this weekend. Perhaps you can visit for a day or two. We can have some girl time. I've been wanting to have a spa day."

"...what's a spa?" Miranda cocked her head to the side cutely, not sure if she's heard the term before or not.

"What's a..." Bianchi looks astounded. Then she shakes her head, "I believe that settles that, we'll make a full day of it. We'll pamper and primp you till you're jelly." She smiles and doesn't elaborate more than that.

The Exorcist blinks up at the Italian woman, confused it not a little bit wary. She didn't really like the sound of being turned into jelly, but via pampering? Miranda wasn't really sure what to think, so she offers Bianchi a sheepish smile and a nod and goes back to sipping her tea.

Bianchi smiles tenderly at the woman. "It's been a while since I spent time with a woman I liked." She wasn't typical for a woman in a mafia family. She was a hitman. When she did spend time around women in the mafia it was often for social occasions and the women were made up too heavily and concerned with ridiculous, frivolous things. It had been so long since she spent time with Haru and Kyoko and even little I-pin. Teaching them to cook or chatting while they bathed, or advising them on love. And this one knew her brother well. And cared about him. "Please do come."

Miranda smiled wider at Bianchi's words. She was very happy that Bianchi liked her; familial approvement wasn't exactly what she was looking for, she just wanted to know the woman, but it was always a nice plus. A very nice plus, actually. She looked forward to this 'spa day', and whatever it entailed, althought the jelly part still had her a little worried. "I will try my best, Miss Bianchi"

[She pours herself more tea and looks at the other woman thoughtfully.]

Just Bianchi.

Her smile falters a smidge, out of embarressment though, and not fear. "B-Bianchi it is, then"

Miranda is very skittish. Bianchi pushes her hair back over her shoulder and tilts her head at the woman. "Did you want to know anything about me, or perhaps Hayato?"

"Ah! S-Sure!" The Exorcist places a finger to her lips, pondering what to ask. "Are you in the mafia, too?"

"Our father is a don. We're just a small family in comparison to the Vongola of course but we are affiliated with them. So yes, I'm in the mafia. I'm technically the heir because of Hayato's legitimacy but we'll see what can be done about that."

Her eyebrows furrow a bit. "Legitimacy?"

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