Forgotten

Emireth was seen as she slowly walked through the graveyard, slowly reading each tomb and taking her time to attempt and help clean some of the ones that obviously had less attention. She had flowers on her hands yet they weren't put in a specific tomb yet instead she put them in those that seemed that their families had forgotten about them. That way they at least knew that some one was paying them tribute of some sort.

The femme's attire was different than what she normally wore, her cap being forgotten. For those who had met her in her first years at fallen chance this facade would seem quite disturbing, being that she was dressed like her past. Black bondage pants were on her, orange checkered suspenders hanging at her sides. An orange spaghetti strap was over her and a see through three-fourths sleeve shirt that only covered down to her chest and showed her shoulders was placed over the shirt. Assorted bracelets were on her as her jewlery held small skulls and her eyeliner was thicker than normal.

She smiled softly as she sat down before a grave that claimed to be of an eleven year old by the name of Miguel and she gave the rest of the flowers. It was the right name, different person, different age, but it seemed as this grave had also been forgotten.

Emireth was startled to see him there to say the least, but the company was something she wasn't going to reject.

Hey, I didn't expect to see you here.
She said lightly for she had actually not really expected to see him around at all.

She smiled at the rose and then at him, taking it tenderly as if not to damage it and to not hurt herself with the thors roses were bound to have.
Thanks.
She said lightly, her cheeks kind of brightening lightly.

She smiled to herself as she remembered what they had talked about in their last meeting and shook her head.
I swear I'm not drinking.
She stated.

It's just sad that people would forget them like that.
She said softly as she tried to to at least make the inscription legible and failing at the task. She sighed.

She looked up at the male again and smiled softly at him, for once it actually being a real one.
You know, you're not that bad.
She said lightly.

She shrugged.
You welcome.
She said with a nonchalant tone.

She heard his next words and raised a slender eyebrow at him.
And what would that be?
She asked curiously.

Emireth grinned lightly, finding it cute that he seemed to be so nervous over a question. She smiled at him as she shook her head, attempting to do the opposite from him and actually get her own bangs away from her face.

She seemed shock by the question, not really expecting it nor anything.
Uhm sure.
The answer was given with a questioning tone more because of the femme not expecting it than her actually doubting it.

Sorry, I was just not expecting it.
She said with a small shrug.