Kiichigo had gone up the stairs to retrieve her coat and gather her her purse. It's long, leathery strap seemed to slip onto her arm perfectly. She had done it so many times that slipping the strap on was no issue. When Kiichigo had first received the bag from her grandmother, she had not been able to put the strap on. It had been when she was in elementary school, that she had gotten the bag as an valentines gift. The memory was one of Kiichigo's favorites out of all of the memories she had of her grandmother. A small smile came when Kiichigo stepped down the steps and inside the kitchen. One of the chef's had set out a glass of water with a fruit salad for her lunch. In silence Kiichigo sat on a stool to eat it. The fruit's sweetness dripped over her mouth's ridge a bit. She quickly wiped the juice from existence with a napkin.
