The Meet
Yumeko grins devishly her eyes shining with power it was like a whole different person she becomes when she goes into her gambling freak mode not even I can get through to her when she’s like this.
She’s ridiculously hypnotic to watch when gambling it’s like I can’t take my eyes off her the way her delicate hands brush over the cards the way her mind calculates the outcome it’s undeniable now losing to Yumeko was inevitable for me when she first transferred. I was her first gamble and I’ll never forget it.
~ a couple of matches later ~
Mary steps out of the hall Yumeko had gotten her fix more or less and left ahead Kirari had called for her. Mary walks down the hallway and turns the corner only to collide into a figure.
“Watch where you- oh.”
The girl Mary had bumped into had fallen to the floor surprised at the collision she quickly rushes to stand adjusting her signature white mask Mary lends out her hand carefully helping the girl to her feet.
I look her up and down I had knocked over none other then the silent twin of the student council president she has a different energy compared to Kirari less threatening even if the mask on her face is an attempt of intimidation.
Mary shakes her head “Well aren’t you going to say anything I just bumped into you?” it’s useless trying to gauge a reaction from her the mask being a barrier of communication.
The girl stands staring back at Mary in her mask this isn’t going to get me anywhere Mary steps to the side to pass through, Ririka steps in the same direction blocking her path she steps to the opposite side, once again Ririka steps blocking her path.
Mary crosses her arms over and glares straight into the mask “Step to the side” she demands but to no avail the girl in the mask stands in her way refusing to move, if she wanted my attention she surely has it.
Mary sighs she extends her arms clasping Ririkas shoulders and moves her out of the way Mary’s hand brushes her silver hair “There.”
Mary continues walking forward she looks back to see Ririka with her hands held close to her chest looking in the direction of her almost longing although unable to tell with the mask Mary turns her head back marching forward thinking nothing else of this encounter not realising this was just the beginning of many encounters and moments with Ririka Momobami.