hikari dried her tears as she stood up, prior to picking up her pills the best she could. if she didn’t take any soon, she was going to lose control again. a deep breath was all she could manage as she capped her gross bottle, not even looking at the other female.
scratching off the label of her bottle, now she could tell that it was the one she needed to toss before putting it in her bag and getting a new one, opening it much carefully and quickly taking her mixture with her water. to lose control of her power over something so stupid, god would Izumo have scolded her good.
“someone was supposed to take me to my room.”
her shoulders just shrugged as she placed the bottle back in her bag, finally giving a look to the girl with her deep blue hues. her normal gentle smile came back or a second, before coming a little more hidden in herself and looking in her phone.
“I’m supposed to get taken to room B458 until i get transfered to the campus closer to home.”
that was a few months away, and the thuoght about having to hide her power outside of Shizume was going to be a lot harder than most. she wanted a fresh start but this wasn’t what she had in mind. the screen with the picture of her clan and herself went black after a moment, and you could see the dark in her eyes when the picture went away.
what was she supposed to do, all she wanted was home. she had never been away from home.
“not that you probably care, but I’m hikari, and thanks for stepping out for me…”
she wasn’t even going to say the next line, but she changed it.
“and for the reference, I’m not a pill popper and im not a cry baby.”
her expression was serious, that a HOMRA clansman should be. hopefully she could still rein herself to be herself. she just couldn’t expose her powers, at least not until she returned home. little did she know, she probably wasn’t going to be abel to hide it, and with her luck it was probably going to be in front of a large crowd.
–Murasaki listened to the girl speak, watching her as she swapped out bottles, took her medication, looked at them, smiled and then receded into her phone. Whatever was on the screen was important to her, it had to be for her to stare so… distantly at it. Her family, perhaps? A pet? The brunette could only wonder how it felt to miss someone. Is this what it looked like? (What did it matter, what did it matter, what did it matter?) Murasaki turned away from the other, though only slightly, before they began speaking again:
“I see.
I will take you, then.”
–The agender had begun walking towards the dormitory, stopping yet again, though, when the girl introduced herself and was adamant about telling the brunette she wasn’t a pill popper nor a crybaby. Was she really bothered by what was said to her? Why? It seemed completely illogical to let someone’s words get to you, only if you didn’t care about their opinion. Or if they dictated most of your life. Regardless of why she felt the need, she had introduced herself, so it was only proper that Murasaki do the same. With a turn of their body, the teen bowed towards the other, their voice curt, though still just as lifeless as before, though, now, it seemed robotic, like they had practiced lines for a production:
“… Kiiro Murasaki.
A pleasure, Hikari-san.”
–They then offered a bow before straightening, turning back around and continuing to lead the girl to her room.
“Do not think much of my interference.”
–The caster stated after a few more steps, not bothering to throw the other an over-the-shoulder glance. They were merely walking the clansman to her room, it couldn’t be anymore than that. While they were curious to meet with the notorious HOMRA group, they feared the worst: their grandparents finding out. Besides, Murasaki was content with watching from afar, for now. No reason to drag them into their personal affairs, as it could result in destruction for both ends. But… still. They were so close to a clansman of HOMRA, but it wasn’t like they could just spit-fire out questions towards Hikari, it would give too much away. Subconsciously, Murasaki wrapped their fingers around one of their hidden books, stroking the spine and covers gently, the backs of their fingers grazing the inside of their bag. Comfort. Comfort in both the books and the presence of Hikari. How… strange.