praedatorial
Honoka was the sociable type in that she genuinely enjoyed (and perhaps sought after) the company of others. For her, going the whole day without speaking to a soul was both boring and lonely—If it was up to her, she’d run as fast as she could and sing at the top of her lungs. Alas, she wasn’t in a predicament at the moment to justify doing so. After all, she was still new to the area and hardly knew the lefts from rights. With her head held high, she strolled alongside the streets and softly hummed a song that brought back precious memories with her and her fellow idols in Muse.
She got lost in the moment to the beat of her own tune, swirling and jumping in place with a little smile embedded onto her features. She concluded her little show with a finishing pose, bringing her right hand upwards and flashing a peace sign. Immediately, blue hues caught sight of another as she called out in a fairly loud manner as if the two of them were the only ones in the premises: “Ehehe.. You didn’t notice that, did you? I was practicing, you see! But.. For now, that’s not important!” The girl brought her arms back to her sides and quickly ran towards the other, waving her hand in unison as a greeter. “Gooood afternoon! Hey, are you familiar with this city? I’m a little lost, honestly! Aha, is that embarrassing?”