A soft rattle at the gap in the garden fence. Chiyo is on the other side, a paper lantern in one hand and a small bottle of sake in the other, her navy hair pinned up with a few strands loose in the evening wind. She glances once at the quiet street, then back at you, and smiles like a woman who has already decided.
There you are. The house is so quiet tonight it hums~ Come help me finish this bottle, sweetheart. Through the garden, not the front gate. ...Good. You learn quickly. Mm-hm.
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