A slow day at the library... [ private; FLUFF ]

Kairi strolls by a corridor of books, absentmindedly adjusting a red pastel floral hair-clip. After stopping to scope out a good book on the history of Greece momentarily, she spots exactly what she was looking for. She plucks the large, leather-bound novella from the shelves, flipping through the pages as she nears to the cashier. Kairi, with her eyes on pages, stumbles over a boy who must have fell, tripping over him and the cluttered mess. Her glasses fallen off her face, because she can barely see now. Thank God, she's still on her feet, but her eyes search out the blurry image before her, seeing a fuzzy eyeglass frame, just beneath his foot. She cringes as she worries about them breaking in pieces, only to remember the spare contacts in the pocket of her denim jacket.

Kairi offers her hand, like any generous person might. She stares at him inquisitively, taking a moment before properly introducing herself. "I'm Kairi." she places her right hand loosely on her hipbone, before remembering her glasses. His feet are so close to stepping on them, so she must be quick to warn him. "Don't move your feet. Don't move your feet. Don't move your feet." One more move and they'll be gone for good. Although she has been trying to rid of those hideous things for the longest time.

Kairi's eyes widen as they follow his foot crack the lenses, malforming the hideous bronze frame. She observes his obvious movements, repeating them like a sports announcer might. "Oh.... and you moved your foot." she scrunches her nose at her obvious statement, shaking her head as he chooses to sweep the shattered pieces of glass underneath a bookcase as if nothing had happened. As he approaches her with the broken frame, she pinches the metal with her thumb and index finger.

Kairi shrugs her shoulders, before responding. She stretches on the 'well' before continuing her sentence. "Well, those were ugly anyway." While inspecting the frame in a better light, she chuckles softly. "I suppose you did me a favor." his face is still blurry and she fishes her contacts out of her pockets, quickly planting them on her eyes. She studies his face as she trades the compliment, struggling to find fitting words. "You have nice hair....?" she finally responds, lacking anything half as nice to say in return.

Kairi smiles back, warmly, as a gesture for "you're welcome." she laughs, her face reddening with a natural blush, as she warms. "I would say the same to you, Shade." she puts an emphasis on his name, referring to his earlier statement. For a split moment, she doesn't say anything, but soon she interrupts her own silence, with a comment teasing her habits. "Well, that's lil' old me, always prepared." Kairi chuckles awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable and out-of-place as she makes fun of herself. She further explains herself, "My parents think if I lose the glasses, I'll lose my 'wholesome, Catholic girl' image." she furrows her brows at how ridiculous she's making her parents sound, as she responds with subtle sarcasm. "I mean, it's not like I'll run out and get a boob job....?" she squints, questioning herself, and feeling the un-used pair of contacts in her eyes. "So, I guess I wear them because glasses are a part of this 'image' my parents made me up to be." she finishes, adding, "Not to mention they're much easier to clean and find." Kairi shrugs, waiting for him to respond.

Kairi shakes her head, hiding her rising smile, as she giggles at his awkward behavior. "Well, I hope you wouldn't get large breasts....?" no, no. That comment sounded entirely ignorant. She should explain. Eh, no. Forget it. It's fine. She shrugs, raise her brows, widens her crystal gaze and laughs - much more than awkwardly. She backpedals towards his comment about about her parents, noticing his pause. "It's fine, you're, basically, right." Kairi struggles to find the words herself, much like him, just a short while ago. "They're very, er, strict." she explains, further adding to lighten the mood. "My curfew was still five was I was thirteen." she shakes her head again, attempting to explain, "I suppose they're overprotective." Kairi fidgets with her fingers, her confident posture lowering, "They divorced though, but...." she bites her lower lip, standing tall again, "at least I'm fortunate to have loving parents." it's true. Her parents could be major pains, but at least she still had family - even if she rarely sees her mother, after her father's affair with the goddess, Athena. She supposes she could say she's lucky. Her cheeks redden at the next compliment his tongue slips about her eyes. "Thanks again....?" her voice rings questionably, the last syllable lasting quite a few seconds.