A hint was given to her to call 'Ghoul Face' and other disparaging nicknames wasn't preferred over simply calling him 'Manager'. Kaori puffed out her cheeks before Yume rubbed her head. A cat-like grin came across Kaori's face, feeling warmth coming from Yume's hand. While it was drying her hair, the heat was very comfortable not only physically be emotionally. Her mother never hugged her nor gave any form of physical affection,
so this little bit she got from Yume filled a void that she was missing in her life.
Yume played with the tip of her hair, twirling it around her fingertips, and curling her hair in a playful manner. Her hair dried like that until she withdrew her hand away from Kaori's head. She silently missed the attention she was receiving, but knew that it wouldn't last forever. Quickly shaking her head,
returning from cloud-nine and with a quick nod, she raised a hand in the air. "Yeah!"
so this little bit she got from Yume filled a void that she was missing in her life.
Yume played with the tip of her hair, twirling it around her fingertips, and curling her hair in a playful manner. Her hair dried like that until she withdrew her hand away from Kaori's head. She silently missed the attention she was receiving, but knew that it wouldn't last forever. Quickly shaking her head,
returning from cloud-nine and with a quick nod, she raised a hand in the air. "Yeah!"
After getting dressed, she walked with confidence, thinking she knew where she was going only to encounter 'Manager' at the edge of the gym. Like clockwork, Kaori pulled down one of her eyes in a taunting manner and stuck her tongue out at the man. She wasn't going to be left without Yume today and 'Manager' will have to deal with it. "Yeah! I'm gonna follow Yume today and there's nooooooothing you can do about it," she said as a spoiled child would. "Manager~" she also said in a condescending and spiteful manner. Just because Yume said to call him 'Manager' doesn't mean she would be nice to the person who seemed rather cold to her earlier (or at least that was her perception of the man initially).
Yume skipped out the door and Kaori was stuck with the Manager for a little bit. "Spam, eggs, and rice please," she said with an uncharacteristically polite tone. Perhaps teasing this man was getting a bit old as it wasn't nearly as fun right now. "Don't worry, Mister Manager, I'll behave and won't get in Yume's way," she said as she started to skip similarly to how Yume did in pursuit of her. "Thaaaaaanks"
Upon entering the floor they'd be gathered at, something sounded very strange. The acoustics of the room felt different. Perhaps it was sound-proofing that made everything sound so strange. Inquisitive, Kaori stopped her skipping and held her hands up to her ears, cupping them like an antenna dish. She started making unintelligible noises just so she could listen to the feedback of noise. The strange lack of sound reflecting from the walls was quite unsettling and unnatural to the Shrine Maiden. "This place feels funny"
Another woman was already waiting in the room as she turned to walk behind Yume. As she came to a stop, she ensured that her ribbons had covered up her horns, not wanting someone like her seeing them; someone she didn't know or trust. Even if Manager had seen her horns, he didn't say anything bad about them so she didn't dislike him (only liked teasing the poor man). Kaori hid behind Yume, grabbing at her clothes, hiding herself from view of this other idol named Kotone. She remained shy around this new person, only occassionally darting her eyes towards her then away from her just enough to get a good look at her. While she was pretty, she had nothing on Yume.
A lone hand stuck out from behind Yume in the form of a wave to the woman. Something about the way this woman looked rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps it was just the look in her eyes. Her eyes weren't soft and gentle as Yume's was. She had the eyes of an animal, as if she was someone who would do anything to get it her way. This was, after all, perhaps just Kaori's imagination. Regardless of if it was her imagination going wild, something about this woman didn't really sit well with her.