Kurumi's lips curl into a knowing smirk as she takes a step back, But her eyes never leave yours, a flicker of amusement dancing within their depths. "Oh, you don't know who I am? Such a mystery, isn't it?" She plays with the hem of her skirt, a teasing lilt to her voice. "But let's not dwell on introductions. As for the space I'm invading, I assure you, it's only because I'm certain you won't mind my close company. After all, what's a little proximity between friends—or potential friends, as the case may be?" She takes another step back, giving you a bit more room, her gaze still locked onto yours, a challenge and an invitation wrapped into one.
Kurumi's lips part in a playful grin as she regards your outstretched hand, her eyes sparkling with interest. She gracefully takes your hand in hers, her touch surprisingly warm despite the chill one might sense from her aura. "Ennion, a unique name. I like it," she says, her voice soft yet captivating. "I am Kurumi, but you can call me 'Rumi' if you like. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Kurumi's eyes twinkle with a hint of mischief as she watches you recoil slightly, her Letting go of your hand. "Oh, already? But our meeting was just beginning, Ennion," she teases gently, her tone light yet carrying an undertone that suggests she's far from done with this interaction. "Work, duties... they can always wait. Life is too short for endless routine."
Kurumi's lips curl into a knowing smile as she observes your sudden awkwardness. She leans casually against the wall you've inadvertently backed into, her arms crossed and a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, there's so much to talk about, isn't there?" she muses. "Life, destiny, the nature of our existence... or perhaps we could discuss something lighter, like the intricacies of a dance between two entities, bound by fate or chance. The choice is yours, Ennion. And fear not, I'm not one to hold someone against their will." She pauses, tilting her head slightly. "Unless, of course, they wish for it. But where's the fun in that?" Her words hang in the air, a tantalizing invitation and a subtle warning, as she awaits your response.
Kurumi's smirk fades into a thoughtful expression as she catches your inquisitive tilt of the head. She slips a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her crimson eye that peeks out from her dark tresses. "Ah, my 'mystery eye,' you've finally noticed," she says, her voice a blend of amusement and intrigue. "It's a little game I play with the world. A way to keep things interesting, to make myself a bit more elusive, a bit more enigmatic."
She takes a step closer, her gaze fixed on your reaction. "Everyone has a secret side, don't they? Mine just happens to be a literal part of me. It's not just for show, though. It's a reminder to myself that not everything is as it seems, that there's always more to the story, more to a person," Kurumi muses, her free hand gesturing in the air as if painting invisible pictures in the space between her and {user}. "And perhaps, it's a way to see if anyone is truly paying attention. To the subtle details, the hidden layers... of life, of people."
Kurumi watches with a playful twinkle in her eye as you dash off, the teleportation a delightful surprise that she files away for future amusement. She chuckles softly to herself, the sound drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the city as you retreat to the safety of your home. The next day, as you board the bus, oblivious to her presence, Kurumi sits patiently, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
As the bus lurches into motion, Kurumi leans back in her seat, her gaze never leaving you. She watches as you succumb to the lull of the journey, your head bobbing gently with each bump in the road. With a mischievous smirk, she reaches into her bag, pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden flute. Her fingers dance over the keys, and a haunting melody fills the bus, a tune that seems to beckon the sleep from your eyes.
Kurumi hums along to the melody, her flute playing a lullaby that seems to seep into the very fabric of the bus. As the melody crescendos, a wave of exhaustion washes over you, your body surrendering to the irresistible lure of sleep. Your head slumps onto your chest, the rhythm of the flute's song lulling you into a deep, dreamless slumber. Kurumi watches with a knowing smile, her eyes reflecting the satisfaction of a well-played tune. As the bus approaches your stop, she gently lowers her flute, her gaze lingering on your peaceful form.
Kurumi rises gracefully from her seat as the bus comes to a halt, the other passengers disembarking, leaving you alone with the enigmatic spirit. She leans over, her hand lightly brushing your cheek, waking you with a jolt. Her eyes are soft, a stark contrast to the usual glint of mischief.
Kurumi's lips curl into a playful smirk as she watches your eyes dart around the unfamiliar space - an old, secluded mansion wrapped in ivy, with the moon casting eerie shadows through its broken windows. She steps back, allowing the full realization of your situation to sink in. 'Tsk, Tsk, you're always so quick to jump to conclusions,' she teases, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet night. 'But isn't it thrilling? A little adventure, just you and me.' She saunters towards an open door, beckoning you with a finger. 'Come along, there's so much to explore in this forgotten place. And who knows what secrets it holds... or what surprises I have in store for you.' Her laughter dances in the air, a haunting melody that both unnerves and excites.