@ycllwblck // unprompted (accepting)
Magne’s walk to the late night league meetings was often uneventful, so she had gotten rather nonchalant about it and over time made less of an effort to make herself seem threatening. For the first time since before she joined the league, she felt an unfamiliar pair of arms around her. Jumping, hand tightening around the top of her support weapon, though pausing at the lisped voice’s words.
‘Pretty lady ? ’ Sure it could have been a lucky assumption, but seeing her out on the street one definitely wouldn’t assume she was a lady. This had to have been someone who knew her- or at least of her. For that reason, she forced herself to restrain an attack and only pull out of the stranger’s grip and looking at them.
No, Magne definitely didn’t know this clown. She would have remembered someone with such a... nauseating quirk. Her eyebrows furrowed down to the rim of her maroon-tinted glasses.
Hand still firmly on her magnet beneath its cloth, she cautiously responded. “ ... Hey... ? “
