Sep 7, 2014
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moonxdusted
He seems to have fallen asleep on the train, perhaps it'd be best to awaken him?
"...Hey, let's get you out of the street, at least. Do you need a tissue, let me just check my bag-" Hands reach into said bag, past a plethora of practical things and cosmetics, finally finding a wrapped coil of tissues.
[Flustered, the small girl shifts her weight from foot to foot, checking down the different streets available to her at this intersection. Seeing no street signs she recognizes, the hand at her chest clutches uncertainly. She came here to pick up a special order for her mother, but against all her efforts, she took a wrong turn somewhere and now she's off-track. ...No. It's not off-track any more. She's definitely lost. In a big city she doesn't know-- it's kind of scary.]
I should find a police officer...! [That's how it's done, right? The problem now, though, is where is the police station at all? Realizing that, she tries to pick a street and start down it in the hopes that she'll find it eventually. But she doesn't get more than two steps before she loses her conviction and does the same for another. Madoka's too apprehensive to make a choice. If she gets even more lost along the way...]
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moonxdusted replied to your post: It really is true what they say about...
das racist
this is my 'oh your boyfriend is charming' but really more like 'i'm going to run over him with a police car like i did electro' face.
The pattern’s happened too often for this to be yet another unhappy coincidence.
It’s her.
He wants to know what gods he must have offended that he’d be cursed like this ------ unable to go a day without running into the little nuisance.
“I know it might take far too much brain power for you to realize this ------ ”
He snatches the crumpled piece of paper that somehow still clings to his face, which he takes as yet another silent confirmation that the forces of the universe are working against him.
“ ------ But I am not a trash receptacle, Meatball Head.”