Aug 28, 2017
@buglullabies
Ume could name about twenty missteps she did during that routine. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she leans weakly against the railing, head throbbing. The brunette pushed herself too hard, but there was no other way she could afford to be if she hoped to achieve perfection. Ume pants heavily as her eyes meet the door, straightening her posture at the sight of another student.
Her cheeks flush, foreign to compliments, and a series of thoughts run through her mind: Who was this? Possible competition trying to catch her off guard, maybe? Ume sticks her nose in the air.
“...Hmph..That was nothin’.” she replies plainly, letting it hang in the air before deciding to acknowledge the compliment. “.....Thanks.”