take a breath! || yachi & masaomi
With as horrifying as these circumstances were, Masaomi couldn't blame someone to feel sick, anxious, terrified, disgusted, confused, or any combination of those feelings. Whatever what was happening now was horrifying and inhumane, clearly, and every person had a right to fear for their safety. Most were good at masking that terror, though, at least somewhat. No one looked as if they were about to pass out, at least. ... Well, except one person in particular. She's small. Like, really small -- probably a good inch under being five foot. She's petite as well, a small build with delicate, girly features. Whoever she was, she seemed to be shaking, all barely-5-feet of her. She looked rather queasy, perhaps even physically ill, and Masaomi was truly scared she was going to pass out on the spot right there. Glancing around, making sure her partner wasn't around to assume he was going to attack her and clobber him as a result, he begins his way towards the younger(?) girl. He offers a sheepish smile, somewhat unsure of how to really... calm this poor soul down. It's a good start to approach carefully, though, with his hands upturned to show he was unarmed. "Hey-! You... alright there, miss?"
