I-I’m sorry! (/ Bending her body at the level of her elbows, she chews on her bottom lip to hold back her emotion from showing on her face as she grimaces at her own belated realisation that she’s become stiff at the accidental mess she caused; anything could mislead for wrong reasons and she doesn’t want to get into even deeper trouble. Not with this intimidating student. Without lifting her chin up too much to maintain her posture, she fishes a pocket tissue out of her backpack and extends it to her in hopes that the purse could be salvaged. ) Please use this to wipe the gravy off.
❝ ✿ —— her nose wrinkles with disgust, gaze looking the other up and down before discerning that a) she looked too young to be anything but a freshman, and b) she was not of lotus; with that, slides the bag off her shoulders, pressing it into the other’s hands } you fix it. { * -- she pauses, chewing on mint gum annoyedly, contemplatively -- the fucking bag was limited edition. and unlike most fashion related items under her ownership, she could not simply conjure a new one out of thin air. her gum snaps. } or else you buy it.







