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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
She had set their meeting time for three. It was currently two, which meant that Callisto had plenty of time to go and pick up an old favorite, peanut butter cookies with white chocolate chips and a sprinkle of sea salt. Io had never been a big fan of sweets, but Callisto knew she was a sucker for peanut butter. She wore a large pair of sunglasses to obscure half of her features, an oversized scarf taking on the other half. No one bothered her for the most part, except the cashier who wanted an exact amount of credits. Callisto counted them out, then took the bag with the two cookies and went on her way to the meeting point. There was still a bit of time, so Callisto relished her walk. After her performance this weekend, she would be preparing for a much larger tour.
She waited outside of the toy store, checking the internal clock in the corner of her eye. At long last, Io arrived, looking angry, but when didn't she seem upset? "Gloat?" Callisto asked, confused, "I brought cookies." She held the bag out, the familiar white and pink bag nostalgic. Io suddenly grabbed Callisto by her jacket, activating stealth mode. They flew into the sky, Callisto clutching the bag to her chest. "Io? Where are we going?" Her voice rose an octave, more worried than fearful. She wanted to go where no one could bother them, but Callisto hadn't brought Jace or Black Jack along for this very reason.
"We shouldn't go too far," Callisto advised. "I don't want us to get lost," when they touched the ground at last, Callisto took in a deep breath, it was false of course, but it allowed her sensors to tell her mechanics that the air smelled salty and slightly fishy. "I brought these," Callisto held out the bag once more, slightly rumpled, but the cookies were still in tact. "Peanut butter, your favorite. Does Fina like peanut butter too? Can androids be allergic to nuts?" She found a rock to sit down on opening up the bag and taking the cookies out. She held one up in a gesture for her sister, knowing they couldn't go back to the past, but they could certainly look forward to the future.
"I wanted to let you know that I'm leaving the city," Callisto took in a deep breath, she was going to need to do a lot of explaining if she wanted to make this proposal right. "They've set up an international tour and I don't exactly have a say in whether or not I want to go," Callisto scratched the back of her head, blue hair waving in the wind. "But, I don't want to leave, not without you. I've already made the proposal to the head staff, I want you to come with me, Io." Callisto searched her sister's eyes, but other than a registration code, it was hard to tell what she was thinking.
Did Io remember that old promise? Or did she think this was out of the blue?