michirusama || False Roles
Silly-headed is the best way to describe the other, Mikado decides. It's only been a few minutes since Mikado sat on a bench, waiting for the next train in attempts to explore the Cultural Sector when the blonde tripped over a crack in the cement, hereby falling over- before (incredibly) twisting her body rapidly to plop besides Mikado in a swift maneuver that seemed to come straight from some anime. She had immediately given a huff later, turning away from Mikado just as the Sacrifice was about to ask whether if her ankle had been twisted in the process...
... and then began clearing her throat impatiently as if she wanted Mikado once again to initiate conversation.
"..."
No way Mikado would oblige.















