Well written, but I find the French phrases unnecessarily break the flow. o.O

wow. this one hurt to read. it was amazing, and the entire time i read it i was thinking, "no i don't want this, kirika and mireille should be together!" but this is so much more realistic than anything. amazing.

it's unbearably cute, yet it doesn't tie all the ends up neatly. the transition of kirika from quiet to talkative was quite sudden and disorienting, but as a device to get over the potential awkwardness of the situation it worked well enough.

Wonderful! It is very well and beautifully written. Although it was quite hard to picture Kirika to be anything but quiet (which is hard to write) and running a bakery(?), you seem to naturally pull it off. The french was a nice touch too.

This is the kind of end I like the most, kind of like the one of ... light story, but defenitely a good one!

WHOA. you've had me tied to this.
you're an interesting author. i've never met any author's who's made a fanfic about mireille and kirika living separate lives. other fanfics have them reunited, or one of them dead, or both in the urge to see each other desparately, etc. but you...
you've had this going on realisticlly. if you think logically and realistically, this could have been exactly what would have happened to mireille and kirika after the final battle at the manor. it's too sad. they didn't sound as happy as anyone would have hoped them to be when they saw each other again. but reality has its ways...
good job. wish it was a bit more...enlightening. but you did this really well. it had me interested.
~gretchiro

Interesting.

For some reason, I picture Mireille wearing this ridiculous bloody crimson ballroom gown in the middle of the park. Oh, and I suppose International Relations would be a perfect field for someone whose had so many dangerous liasons.

And I liked the bit about "hello." An oft neglected point, that is; what happens when the inseperable separate and reunite years later.

Initial dialogue seemed a bit stilted, which I guess is exactly as it should be. (It started reading as a narration for a bit there.)

Just noticed now that Kirika's "Does it get any easier?" suggest that she isn't _quite_ over the whole blooddrops and lollypops thing, as it should be.

I picture "The calm of four o'clock" as having a monocole, cane, and immense jowls. Sort of a benign Alfred Hitchcock, I guess.

Wow, this is positively brilliant. Your writing style is great and I don't think I have ever read a story that depicted a "normal" Kirika as realistically as yours. It made sense, and it didn't even feel strange.
The atmosphere you created was wonderful, so light but also so melancholic, perfectly fitting the title you chose.
It's kind of sad that Kirika and Mireille went different ways, but this is nevertheless a great story and I loved every second of reading it. Thanks for writing this.

Wow, I always love your stories. This is no exception. Beautiful writing, beautiful characterization. Definitely believable, although it's hard for me to imagine Kirika and Mireille functioning separately. Perhaps as hard for me to imagine as Mireille and Kirika found it hard to have separate lives.

Anyway, it's good to see you writing again. Good Noir fic is hard to come by, so I'm grateful to see you updating again. =)