can we (not) - Open/Introduction
Her jaw set hard at the unfamiliar touch, her movements fluid as she snatches his wrist, sidesteps and twisted the limb behind its owner, pressing the back of his palm between his shoulder blades. It took a few breaths for her mind to click that it had been an accident, her body shaking slightly she lets go, backpedaling a few steps. āAā¦Apologies! Iā¦donāt like being touched by strangersā¦ā Her head and shoulders slump, eyes trained on his face but slightly to the left.Ā
āAre you okay? I can help if I hurt you too much.ā She was highly embarrassed, a deep flush on her other wise pale skin, the few people that had noticed the exchange only now continuing on their way now that the entertainment of a fight or struggle had passed.
There was something different about this girl who Shinji accidentally fondled. Squinting, he peered into her features however the process was abruptly halted when his body was violently moved and pain shot through his system. God, he has to deal with this again. It's Asuka Mark 2. But it's....just not the same.
The adolescent's face contorts as he attempts to tolerate the pain he was experiencing. Luckily, though, the experience was short lived and as the pressure alleviated, Shinji let out a mitigated sigh.
Was she apologising? That's new... His charcoal eyes searched for sarcasm but was simply met with the cloudy irises of this stranger.
God what have I done?
"N-no. It's me who should apologise, and I'm truly sorry," he trailed off as his mind raced for the next words to use, "I didn't mean to....I just...."
Shit, what should I say now? He should be the one offering help, right?Ā Noticing the female's blush didn't offer any assistance and the boy could only mirror her beetroot visage.
"Uh. I'm fine, honestly. Do you need help? I mean, you must have been shocked."Ā
