A Helping Hand in Lowee

A Helping Hand in Lowee

You were at your summer job “working”. In this case, working meant little more than waiting for the clock to tick over and dealing with the occasional rush of orders from passing groups of tourists. You nearly dozed off leaning against the cool countertops of the ice cream display case. There was a beauty to the swirls of vibrant colors and decadent flavors, but to be perfectly honest, you were sick of even seeing sweet things.

As you propped yourself up, you noticed an oddity in the nearly empty halls of the mall.

A young girl in a brown coat with blue trim and a milk chocolate bob style haircut wrung her hands nervously as she waited, for what, you did not know. The time slipped away and the girl took a seat dejectedly at a bench. Should you get help?

You hadn’t seen a customer for half an hour now, it would surely be a good time to see if the girl was lost. It seems like she’s looking at you longingly for help.

As you approached the girl, you heard a nervous gulp.

“H-Hello- uh… Sir. I can’t find my sisters… they told me to wait where I got lost if this ever happened… but uh, it’s been a long time…” The expression on her little face is heartbeats away from crying.

“Little miss, I work here, let’s call up the security guy and-”

What would sooth a young girl whose been lost? That’s right dumbass, you know exactly what would ease her back into high spirits from this incident.

“Let me get you some ice cream, even a cookie or something. Anything you like in particular? We’ll call on the speakers for your sisters too.”

The girl nods but follows at a distance. She doesn’t get closer until you offer a chocolate and sprinkle covered ice cream cone.

“Thank you~”

Even the sluggish day seems to melt away just looking at this girl’s happy face, it was worth the chew-out by your boss for giving away goods. You crack a smile, turning away to pick up the phone. As you dial for the intercom system the small girl’s voice returns, strained and as loud as possible.

“BIG SIS NO!”

You turn on heel, greeted by a tremendous, gleaming chrome, gray and white warhammer. None other than Lady White Heart in a matching jumpsuit is wielding the giant weapon as if it was made of foam.

“Give me my fuckin’ sister back.”

A girl in a matching coat with red trim rather than blue enters the scene.

“Yeah you big dummy! Where’s Rom!?”

What. The. Hell.

Rom runs in front of you, spreading her arms as if to protect you.

“He isn’t mean big sis! He was calling for help after I got lost!”

The presiding Lady tucks Rom under her arm, using the hammer’s handle as a sort of walking stick while inspecting the blue sister for any misplaced hair.

“Alright, I don’t see anything outta place, so listen good.”

A blinding white light enraptures the whole food court for a moment, commanding the attention of other sleepy vendors. A girl who couldn’t have been 14 leans onto your counter wearing a pure white coat with thick earth colored fur trim elegantly hanging off her shoulders, obscuring a lightweight short dress of similar coloring.

“I’ll take two cones. What do you want Ram?”

The red trimmed girl steps forwards, you presume this is Ram.

“Hehehe, I’ll have EVERYTHING!”
Lady Whiteheart seems unamused by her younger sister’s antics and grabs Ram by the scruff of her coat.

“Make the same as you did for Rom, this one is a real pain.” The Lady wastes no time in dragging Ram and Rom to the same table, Rom seems to be happy that you didn’t end up as a fine paste. The trio talks at a barely recognizable level, after some bickering and a few outbursts from Ram, Rom approaches you with a handful of change. Your attention to Rom obscures the arrival of her older sister in front of you as well.

“Have a tip! For great service!”

“You have a nice day miss~”

Lady Whiteheart lingers while Rom skips back to Ram, the pair holds hands and races away. Their action presses the Lady to speak quickly to stop their departure.

“Forgive me for my actions, but it’s just part of being a big sister.”

“No hard feelings-” There really are, but holding a grudge seems ridiculous against a Goddess. Not like she could do any better than apologize for almost smashing you to death.

As the trio leaves, you can’t help but feel like you’ll see them much more often after today.