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[soldierofskies]

[ Haruka crosses one long leg over the other and idly pokes at her salad with a fork while checking her phone for messages. On the cafe patio, the waitress bustles from table to table, customers chat or wolf down their food and drink or signal for the bill. None of it seems to make an impact on the blonde, though her lip quirks upward when a pair of schoolgirls pass on the sidewalk and whisper excitedly about "that cute guy".

The buttons of her phone make a "pip pip pip" noise as she scrolls through her inbox, ignoring -- for the moment -- messages from the track team, notices from the F1 forum she'd posted to, and the fifteen different texts from Usagi. With a slight huff, she closes her phone and tucks it back into her pocket. The salad is getting warm from sitting in the afternoon sunshine, but she fishes a tomato out anyway. Popping it in her mouth, she looks up at the cloudless blue sky. ]

It's a beautiful day.

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[bornomega]

[Haruka's gaze is going to suddenly be very black for two hands are suddenly covering her eyes. Hotaru is smiling as she tries not to giggle and give away who it is. She had just gotten out of school and was on her way back home when she spotted her "papa."]

baby girl! ;;

[soldierofskies]

[ She is surprised for a second, then relaxes little by little. Really, there are only a handful of people who would even want to try this, and a smaller number who would take the risk. And even blind, deaf or near-dead, she would know Michiru anywhere.

Haruka leans back a a little, grinning. ]

Let's see... is it somebody who hates soba?

PAPA!

[bornomega]

[She knows that her father knows. Doesn't hurt to play, though.]

It might be. [She responded, grinning wide herself.]

[soldierofskies]

[ And Haruka's all too happy to play along. She touches the back of the girl's hands lightly. ]

Hmmm, small hands, hates soba... has to be Setsuna.

[bornomega]

Yes, and I'm here to tell you to do the dishes tonight. [She teased.]