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ziva couldnât help but roll her eyes. everyone in this school was so full of themselves, but she supposed that was typical in a school of nepotism children and protegees. â breathe, â the mutant said in an eerily calm manner. â i could quite literally care less about whatâs going on in your head, though it sounds like it sucks. â a pause. â youâre blocking the path, but iâd much rather stay and listen to you. â
âOhâ She moved aside, relieved in a way to meet the eyes of a stranger. âMy apologies. I just despise hoveringâ Mira explained with a gentle nod. She had no patience for people that hesitated and had always believed that individuals should speak their minds. Otherwise, what was the point? âThereâs nothing to listen to. I donât have anything of interest to sayâ she shrugged weakly, not used to such a kind gesture from anybody besides Warren. âWhatâs your name, by the way?â She didnât look overly familiar, and Mira was typically rather good with faces.















