âAlright, sorry,â Zara expressed, holding her hands up in surrender when the stranger spoke up about their welfare. Taking in the girlâs knee, Zara couldnât help but screw up her nose a little. She was not a stranger to bruises and blood, she herself had to deal with it more often than not. As a ballet dancer, her excessive practise often resulted in her toe nails ripping and eventually bleeding. Hence why she carried band-aids around, like some people carry around lipsticks. âUhm, wait, let me see,â she said as she bent down and put her backpack onto the ground to have better access at rummaging. âHere,â she said once she did find one, handing the girl the pack of tissues. She stayed in that position, letting her eyes wander until they landed on the bike. âI think your bike chain is a little fucked,âÂ
Naoki forced a little smile that she didnât direct at the other girl when she crouched down to her level, instead closely inspecting the damage her knee had taken. She could feel a little heat rising in her cheeks and wasnât particularly keen on showing that the wound stung like a bitch, either. â Thanks, â she said still without really facing the other girl, grabbing the pack of tissues between her pinky and index fingers to avoid getting blood all over the packaging and carefully pulling one out. She finally looked at the other girl and gave a little half smile as she brought the tissue up to her lips. â Careful, about to be gross, â she warned just before she spit into the tissue to be able to clean the cut on her knee properly. Her eyes followed the otherâs as she was dabbing away at her knee, sighing as she took in her battered bike. â Looks it. Doesnât matter, is my dadâs anyway. Guess Iâll just wheel it back. Wherever back is. â She mumbled the last part to herself, frustrated with this whole situation. â Thanks again. â She held the tissues back out to her.Â