@thirteenthstyx
Makoto hasn’t seen snow in what feels like years. All the hierarchical cities had ars installed to ensure their weather stayed comfortable all year around, and she didn’t often travel to the one that had its systems destroyed. What was the name again, it was on the tip of her tongue...
Whatever, not important. What is important is that she gets to that Build-A-Bread workshop thing they have going in on Fibonacci before the lines get too long. It sounds like a fun idea to grab a bunch for her friends and then eat them in some bizarre pseudo-cannibalistic ritual. Wholesome winter activities.
“Around... here, I think?” she murmurs to herself. She doesn’t come to this ward very often, aside from work, so the layout is still a bit of a mystery to her. So distracted is she that as she turns a corner, she’s only a few inches away from bumping into someone along the way.
“Oops, my bad!” she says, hopping away. Thank goodness for beastkin reflexes. “Guess I should pay more attention! You’re not h... hurt... Oh my god, you’re Nu.”
Eyes wide, Makoto raises her hands just a little bit. Enough to defend herself if something happens, but not enough to be taken as a threat. There’s a lot of thoughts running through her head right now, but the first thing to do is make sure no one’s about to throw down. If even Hazama can restrain himself in this city, then who knows what’ll happen next?
“H... hi?” she manages. “You’re looking... well?”