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( saltysetter ; ❤ )
Placing each foot atop of the other’s, gently applying pressure, she crouches down to rest her elbows over Junko’s knees, staring down at the other. Masami was unaware that she wasn’t smiling, though she tries to encourage her teammates any way she could, she would usually end up coming off as authoritative rather than accommodating. “How many do you plan on doing? I’ll keep count.”
( aobaace ; ❤ )
Even though she was bundled up, the cold was still able to creep through the crevices to chill her bones, hands slightly shaking and the tips of her ears turning red. She hadn’t wanted the cold to stop her from going out on her daily morning runs, but if the temperature continued to deteriorate like this, she was going to have to go on a treadmill for the time being.
Paying for the warm hot chocolate, relief flooded her as she began to feel her fingers slightly once again, the styrofoam cup dense enough not to burn her, but not to keep the warmth completely at bay. As Masami brought the cup up to her lips, she was startled when she felt someone knock against her back, her numb hands unable to keep their grip on the cup, and she just stared helplessly as the contents fell onto the sidewalk. Not many people were out and about in this weather, but she felt the tiniest shred of disappointment at the turn of events.
After a long stare at the flimsy cup, she turned around to get a good look at the perpetrator.
( courtrule ; ❤ )
"Here, let me try something,” she intervened, in hopes to get the other to stop kicking the vending machine. Violence never solved anything, so when she came, she tried a logical approach. Inserting her money, she pressed the code for a drink that was atop his carton of milk that was stuck, in hopes of forcing the drink to fall from the weight of her energy drink.
Sadly, when the energy drink fell atop the milk, it too became stuck in place. She stared disbelievingly at the two, silent, not sure how to face the underclassman now.
“I apologize, please carry on.”
( shijishimasu ; ❤ )
Masami felt someone bump into her, and although it did little to budge her, she looked down to see the other had fallen to the ground. Even if it wasn’t her fault, she took some of the responsibility to bend down and grab some of her discarded belongings, and hold her hand out to help the other up. “Be careful to watch where you’re going next time.”
( bowlcxt ; ❤ )
“Don’t move,” she instructed, tying a hairband to a lock of hair to separate it from the rest of his mane, in order to not spread the damage. Doing so, she dunked her fingers into her portable tub of vaseline, before applying it onto the affected area, where the gum clung to his hair. She wasn’t one to ask question unless she really needed them, so when she found him in his current state, she couldn’t help but lend him a helping hand. Also, she was afraid that if she left him alone, he’d do something just to make it worse. As the mom friend, she was always dependable in these sorts of situations.
( courthearted ; ❤ )
She had only been passing by, not meaning to pry, when she noticed the terrified expression on the person’s face. She only stopped for means of helping her own, a tad curious as well as to what could make her seem that scared. Which was when she noticed the beetle resting on the sleeve of her shirt.
Before the girl could go into a mass panic, not wanting to see her fling her arm around and eventually hurt either herself or someone else, Masami approach her. She slowly grabbed the beetle and pried it gently off her sleeve, before walking to a nearby rock to lay it there. It wasn’t hurting anyone by sunbathing there, and it could rest or fly off at its own leisure.
Clasping her hands together, she turned back to the girl. “Are you ok now?”
( fukuroukashi ; ❤ )
She was supposed to go out and watch a new horror film with her friend, holding on to both tickets for safe keeping. However, standing outside the theatre, a somber cloud befell her as she read her friend’s text. She explained that she was sorry she couldn’t make it, but something came up, and that Masami should go to watch the movie with someone else and she’d take a rain check another day.
But she didn’t know anyone who’d come last minute to watch a movie with her. Should she just return the tickets? She quickly disregarded that thought, not wanting to ruin her own fun and day just because of a setback. So she’d go to the movie, but she needed to get rid of her extra ticket.
“Excuse me,” she approach someone at random, tapping their shoulder in order to get their attention. She didn’t shy away from the fact that they wouldn’t even want to watch the specific movie on the ticket, or that they’d feel uncomfortable sitting next to her while doing so for the assigned seat number on the ticket. She could always ask the next person that walked by.
“I have an extra ticket for this movie, would you like to have it?” Short and to the point.
