( @bxserker )
She’s so late. For a second she berates herself for having stayed up as late as she did the night before, but the thought is short lived as she doesn’t even have the time to dwell; ‘keep moving’ she thinks, politely maneuvering past the cluster of people she’s currently found stumbling in. It was still so strange, the city’s vastness as compared to the small hometown she was so used too; quiet serenity by an endless seaside pitted against bustling action amongst blinding skyscrapers. Suffice it to say that ‘a fish out of water’ was putting it mildly. It’s in this nostalgia that she looses track of where she’s going though, and by the time she’s realized it it’s to late--
❝ --! ❞ The crash course is inevitable and so she stumbles into a passing girl before her reflexes can manage a stop, enticing a dreadful trip; cue her absolute horror at being so brainless and clumsy. Collecting herself quickly, she turns in sincere concern to assess the well being of her accidental victim. ❝Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you--are you okay?❞