deathsvice ∞ knightinredglasses
It went without saying that, despite her internet claim to fame, the Egoist wasn't anything close to a social butterfly. Even now -- even when she was fortunate to be alive in the first place -- she found it horrendously confusing whenever conversation was unavoidable. One such occasion?
Frustrated passersby who stood and glanced around aimlessly. Most of them tourists. Inori felt a sort of obligation to help those who seemed directionally impaired; it wasn't too long ago that she was a stranger to just about anything outside of the moment -- the mission, and then the next, and then the next...
It was with a soft exhale that the light-haired teen would approach the stranger, using her most coherent English as the attempt to identify their nationality was made; it was amazing how many countries were more willing to visit Japan once they were no longer in need of their help.
"Excuse me --- do you... need some help?"
