If you are not up to speed, take a quick read of Arisugawa Park. We are still in Chapter One (!).
Back in the room, she peeled out of uncomfortably loose pants and changed into outsized boxers. They did not fit in any way shape or form––as she tried to settle them across her hips to fully cover the ass, she realized that something needed to change. Brushing hair, the glimmer of a plan formed… unexpected butterflies at the sound of footsteps returning down the hallway.
“What do you think?” Eve asked with a shaky flourish as David entered the room. He blinked. Gone was her shoulder-length blond hair, replaced by something all bangs, in the exact shade pictured on the dye label. Dressed in oversized t-shirt and boxers, hair damp, the overall impression was uncannily similar to his housemate’s girlfriend in college who had regularly stayed over. Bryn had made do with old clothes from the bottom of the drawer on more than one occasion. But this was different––there was no relaxed banter and shared smiles, no inviting smell of coffee, toast, and fried eggs––extra prepared by the freshly bedded as consolation for him not having had sex in months.
“Like a new me?” Eve asked. She had recovered a surprising amount of what he assumed was her natural poise.
“Yes, something to that effect. I don’t know but––”
“That’s the point,” she said. “I can go out without worrying whether the police will stop me. It gives me the opportunity to figure out what––what to do next.”
“If the police are serious about finding you, they’ll probably stop anyone foreign they see, any woman at least.” David thought back to the numerous times he had been stopped on the street by patrol officers during his short stay in Tokyo, questioned about the provenance of the ancient shopping bicycle he was pedaling. Thanks to his somewhat passable Japanese the situation didn’t usually progress to the point where they asked for an ID, but he always felt uncomfortably close to being a suspect.
“I’ll take my chances,” she shrugged. “All I know is, it’s a first step.” Eve stretched her arms overhead and arched her back, shirt inching up and revealing a tautness of stomach.
“Sure,” David assented, as he waited for this woman he did not know very well––the involuntarily nature of her reveal the only reason why he trusted her––to come to her real point.
Fear not feckless reader, Ari Park 1.16 - "Kerfuffle" is in the works.