wakana’s considered this long, too long, having already spent about four months on her own because of her latest assignment, sent off to find and collect something for the clan. four months and she’s collect two of them — two of twenty and she thinks she’s close to losing her mind. either that or her person, all too alone, left to roam until her job was done. she so happens to find this man by chance, alone and apparently minding his business, but it’s not the first time she’s seen him and in instances before this one, he’d managed to catch the attention of a very bored, masked ghost. she approaches him from behind, soon enough not only catching up with him, but also stopping behind him just as he did. still silent, ice cold fingertip reach for his neck, gently sliding across bare skin as she steps upon pavement so she’s closer to his height. immediately after, the ghost of a woman pushes her hands past the back of his neck, arms settling on his shoulders for a split second before she engulfs him in a hug from behind, shamelessly pressing herself against the back of a man she’s never spoken to before. with a hum, she speaks. “ ne, ” even through the mask, her voice is clear, although in a whisper, “ where are you going? ” / @blizzcrd, half plotted.
