@tricange ♡ ‘d for a starter
she ignored what had brought her to intervene, drag away - almost with brute yet necessary force, the girl from the group of men. was Tokyo that little safe, even during the middle of the day, and popular and crowded street, for a girl, alone ? her sense of justice, with a little of worry and fear mixed all together, had forced Mitsuru to stop the discussion -- although mostly one-sided in truth. people like those were never safe to approach and, even though she ignored if the visibly younger girl would have been able to manage all alone, the redheaded heiress’ sense of security had taken the best of her. scolded at the best of her concentration and ability the boys, excused them both and walked away with little more words. impulsive. but potentially life-saving.
the moment she had grabbed of the blonde’s wrist, in the back of her own head, she could have sworn of having heard Artemisia’s voice. nothing more than a mere, faint whisper, nothing exactly clear. but enough, in the middle of their walk, to catch her attention - put all her nerves on the edge. goosebumps followed, and a shook, rapid, of her head. it was no time-- ! maybe her Persona was just reacting to the previous, fleed danger of the band of little-recommendable and odd looking men.
« Forgive me, but I couldn’t ignore it - not a pleasant scene. Rude,
of me, to interrupt your loving conversation... but it wouldn’t have
ended well, I’m sorry. Call it a sixth sense of mine. »
she let go of her limb only when enough distance was taken, from the previous spot. she would have been safe. considering her appearance and look, she couldn’t have been older than eighteen years of age. a student, certainly. she ought to know better of where to go and who to approach -- if that even was the case.
« Are you okay ? Have some of them hurt you or-- ? »
