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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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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?"

"His mother was my father's mistress." Bianchi looked unhappy with the situation but said nothing more. "It has been difficult for him."

"...that would explain a lot" she says quietly, hands folded neatly in her lap now. Her expression was calm, albeit slightly sad. So that could be one of the reasons why he always felt the need to prove himself... Miranda sighs softly, smiling just as softly to the other woman. "So I would assume that means you're half-siblings?"

Bianchi just watches the woman thoughtfully. Her thoughts seemed to bring a conclusion and Bianchi could tell she understood something about her brother. "Yes, same father."

"I see..." Miranda brings a hand from her lap to her face, tucking back a stray strand of hair. "How old are you, Bianchi? Younger than me, right?"

Bianchi smiles a little. "Nineteen." She says, sipping her tea again. "A little younger." Try a lot. But not as young as Hayato.

The Exorcist laughs nervuosly here, and instead of blushing, pales. Dammit, she knew the age thing would be a huge issue.

Bianchi smiles still, amused at the paling. Age doesn't matter in love. She's a firm believer in that. How could she not be, Reborn had at least that far a gap from her. She decided to tease the woman a little. "It may be a little uncomfortable for you, but if you ever have any questions about these things, I would love to give you advice. I have some experience." She looked at the woman over her teacup.

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