"Which little ankle-biter's yours?" she asked with a smile.
"Uhm, that one; but she's not mine, I'm more like an aunt to her," Jotou answered the random woman next to her on the bench by pointing to Kineko.
Kineko on the other hand, ran around the slide and swings, playing with other children in the Genevieve Memorial Park, the closest public park from 22 Fleur Boulevard.
Jotou, in her illusory disguise of a black-haired cat-girl, refrained from squinting or giving a glare to the woman in her forties, who seemed interested in small-talk; her ears twitched. 'How old does this lady think I am!?'
Meanwhile, at 22 Fleur Boulevard itself, the living room was vacant, allowing one brunette to linger around the telephone with her fingers toying with the cord.
