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It would’ve been foolhardy to presume that remaining unscathed whilst confronting multiple men was possible. It was common sense that doing so was nigh impossible, this known from the very beginning, and yet the deplorable odds did not cause resolve to waver. Turning tail had not been optional as it would’ve meant allowing a student from her own school to be harassed by uncouth youth from a different one.
Blows were traded after a simple remark on the cowardice that came with using overwhelming numbers advantageously rather than confront another alone. Strenuous it had been to emerge victorious, but victorious she had been, the expected injuries littering her frame regarded as necessary battle scars. It was actually astounding how few had actually been received, an obvious result of how often fights of this nature came about, most concealed beneath a bulky sweatshirt donned beforehand.
Her exhausted form slumped against the hard brick of an alley’s entrance was much less inconspicuous though, curious glances regularly directed towards her. One in particular, a lingering stare, unsettled her into movement.
Inflamed flesh stretched taunt as digits brought a hood upwards to obscure features as much as possible, the bruises blossoming vividly upon them inconsequential in comparison to those that spread upon the length of her torso. Out of sight, out of mind. For this to suffice in shirking off the inquisitive scrutiny would be miraculous, if anything. Still, it was all that could be managed at present.
Petunia leaves work early today, deciding that it would be alright since not a single customer had entered the establishment for an hour at the least. She walks the familiar way back to her apartment; mind flitting through mundane things like what to eat and if she should go out or not later. There’s no reason for such thoughts besides preoccupying her mind with something, already knowing the answer to all the questions she asks herself.
She exhales a tired breath, adjusting the strap of her purse and raising her head so her eyes can see in front of her rather than watching the concrete below. Curious sight catches her eyes, steps ultimately stopping near the entrance of an alleyway. How people quickly glance at the figure and then shuffle off should tell the female not to bother with whoever it was.
Petunia, however, is a curious individual, her curiosity causing more than one problem in the past. Another indulgence wouldn’t hurt, probably. Glancing quickly left and right, the female enters the alley, fingers trailing against the side of whatever building that aided in constructing the passage.
“I get it.” Words spoken mostly to herself once finally getting a clear look at the figure, ultimately noting the fact that said person had the appearance of just coming from a fight. There is no worry – besides common sense telling her to leave and don’t look back, but Petunia is good at ignoring that side of her – as she lowers herself eye level with the stranger.
“You fought someone didn’t you? Hold on.” In a matter of seconds, the female retrieves a napkin from her purse, holding it out to obviously injured person. “That’s all I got right now, but I got a first aid kit back home if you don’t mind the walk.”
