@felixhqs.
CLOSED.
she’s very near tears, holding a single one of her holographic slide on sandals in her hand. it’s been a long and incredibly trying day and all she wants to do is collect her things and retire to the home at which she’s staying. she’d even take cheap motel if it meant she got to lay down in a bed and sleep. things aren’t ever that lucky for rini, though, and so she’s stuck clutching half of her pair of shoes, wandering around the festival barefoot and stepping in god knows what. with a sniffle that’s hardly audible over the thrumming base, she taps the nearest person on the shoulder. “ excuse me, ” rini intones politely. she’s too out of sorts to try and affect her icy public persona, “ you haven’t by any chance seen one of these, have you? ” she points a finger towards the lonely unmatched shoe, a waver to her lower lip.
