Kaitou-Angelius's Literatures

Licorice had been in a rather bad mood that past week

Her latest work had spilled colorfully on her notes, glasses shattered into tiny little pieces, her hands bandaged as she did her best to clean the mess up. The clumsiness of that event persisted in the next couple of days, affecting her work and daily routine -

And her brooch...

What wrapped it all was the brooch, wings bent and cracked after a nasty fall against the counter, was missing. Could it get any worse?

And that was how she finds herself massaging her temples as the brunette made pathetic sniffles, the redhead looking remorseful and the blonde looking tense as if ready for an outburst. She likes them on good days, to be honest. But really, can they not do all this drama in front of her?

She simply wanted to led a hand, responded right as soon as she can when the request was out

He was on his way to enjoy the rare peace in this new place they find themselves in

... This led to their unexpected encounter - much to their surprise

During the middle of the season, they find themselves having extra time on their hands. While they tried to invite people to hang out with them, all seems to have the same answer for them - BUSY

And that is how Locke and Noelle find themselves only having each other once again

For the Autumn Festival Stall

Locke had inadvertently pulled her from an awkward conversation with her fiancee

She's thankful for the quick save, really. Still, she'll question why he brings her to a typhoon-addled kitchen -

Oh, wait! This place wasn't hit by a typhoon. It was just Locke

Alistair had been used to listening to other people talk about themselves and their dilemmas in this new town. He's eager to lend them someone who can hear them out over a cup of tea - the little comfort he's able to provide them. Sometimes, he can hear precious memories the villagers hold dear, some of them, drives the villagers to tears...

They tell him thanks - something about having someone listen to them talk it out calms them down

... Odd. Alistair himself had never tried it out. Maybe he could try talking to someone about his own memories and emotions. Question is, who?