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mathgeekshugarl:
((OOC: Ahhh tumblr is at it again. Out of curiosity, have you tried editing your post and bold the url of your partner? Sometimes that overrides whatever tumblr did and you'll see the previous reply. ))
(((just tried that out and it worked!! thank you for the help aaaaaa!!!))
((looks at my last rp post with wide eyes did tumblr change its reblog system again omf))
hisomazu:
starter for @yamarxja !
one minute he had his head in a bush, looking for the packaged sweet he bought from one of the stores he took no mind in memorizing. the next minute he found himself upright with a surprise which he welcomed with open arms.
a beetle’s pincers were sharp but dull enough to not break through connective tissue; however, if enough pressure is applied… who knows? the thought makes him squirm in place, wondering if he’d bleed or if it’d bring another round of pleasure. nonetheless, to feel it against the thin cartilage of his nose gave him a head-rush; pleasure evident on his features. lips curled up in a blissful smile ( not suited for this situation) as his cheeks were lightly dusted with the colour pink. his body reacted as it usually did, shaking with tremors of gratification from the sting resonating at his nose. it was reminiscent to the times he got piercings under his lips and along his ears.
body bending forward, ( almost ) all his senses were focused on the cheap thrill he found accidentally. fingers twitched, aching to rip off the beetle for another sickening reason or another– WAIT ! these feelings subsided when he felt a pair of eyes on his back, suddenly conscious but it’s not like he cared for an audience. however, he didn’t want someone to bring monotony to his life if they found out his eccentric activities. he’d rather keep living a life unhindered by others, years spent with his head bowed for his parents almost resurfaced, thus he gets ready to conjure another pleasing story.
a liar through and through with a knack of knowing what to say, he tries to temper down his outrageous grin– failed attempt. the vulgar buzz resonating from his nose was paramount compared to the facade. well it didn’t matter, his hands rose to cover the smile while the beetle’s legs skittered about against them.
turning around, his gaze meeting one that seemed cold and indifferent. it reminds him of a girl he once knew ( noriko, noriko, noriko – ah.. ) and there is a twinge in his heart but he buries it down immediately. instead distracting himself by initiating a conversation in this rather‘interesting’ situation. albeit his voice might be muffled from his hovering hands but it veils the amusing tone inching underneath his act.
‘ ouch.. oh, this hurts.. ! ’
not a lie, definitely not a lie.
an idea springs up like weeds in the barren garden of his debauched mind.
‘ care to help.. take this off ? ’
Stepping out of the store with the receipt crumbled in one hand and a plastic bag swinging in the other, the first thing she saw in the almost harsh sunlight... happened to be someone with their head in the bush. She stopped mid-step, eyes narrowed in a slight squint, watching whoever it was flail about in the branches.
Strange. What were they doing?
Wait, wait wait! No no no no no, she wasn’t staring. Ara was a well brought up lady and would never do such a rude thing,thank you very much!!
...alright, fine, she was staring.
As she watched, the figure in the bush eventually poked their head out with a scatter of leaves, revealing a young man with messy purple hair. He froze and--was he shaking? She frowned slightly-- maybe she should check if he was alright--
She had barely taken a step towards him when he turned around, hands cupped around his nose.
‘ ouch.. oh, this hurts.. ! Care to help.. take this off ? ’
Her eyes narrowed instinctively. His tone, his expression-- muffled as it was, something was... off. A pretense, perhaps? But whatever for? Her eyes wandered, searching his face, determined to find out what his true intention was.
That is, until her eyes fell on his hands, and the unmistakable, skittery legs of a--
Her eyes widened as her cold stare wavered, giving way to a faint expression of disgust and...fear.
A...a bug...
Don’t scream, she told herself with rising panic, don’t shy away, don’t show any sense of disturbance! She won’t run, no, no. No matter how much she wanted to...her pride would come first and foremost...!
Its just a beetle, just a beetle, better than a cockroach, definitely better than a spider...
Even so-- Her fingers itched for her spear, umbrella, anything-- anything to impale or squash the leggy creepy crawly into oblivion--
Yes, killing the thing would resolve this situation perfectly...!
soulbovnd:
Hiyori tried for a smile, though halfheartedly. Still, it wasn’t the girl’s fault! She nodded sadly as she turned her phone over– pressing the power button seemed futile now matter how many times she tried.
“It looks like it…though that’s not really the problem. I’m missing Tono’s big match!”
Money wasn’t really a problem at all– Hiyori couldn’t just believe she was going to miss the big event. And she called herself a fan! Hah, no fan would be missing this. Though the girl beside her did stare at the device with a look of confusion on her face. Hiyori couldn’t help but wonder why. Perhaps…
“You ever heard of Tono?” She waved her cellphone around. “Or this device?”
“I-I-I know what a phone is!” Flushing slightly, she waved a hand as if to shoo off the very suggestion. Village girl she was, she wasn’t that technology inept!
...Okay, fine, maybe she was.
Was her confusion really so evident on her face...?
“It’s just...” she gestured helplessly. “I know about televisions and all, but how are you getting a live connection on that?” Then, in a defensive tone, mumbling with her eyes averted: “I grew up in a village, so...”
An awkward attempt to justify her embarrassing ignorance in such a technologically advanced age.
psiker:
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“So, how good of a sparring partner are you? Or would you rather just casually exercise? – I’m bored, feeling social and you’re the only one in this gym at this time.”
Upon noticing the young woman, he took note of her physique and dexterity. He shifted his stance to a more cocky one, a taunting one to hopefully hook her into his demands. It wasn’t often that someone caught his interest, so he could only hope that she wouldn’t turn down his offer. Edward was more so boxing orientated, but with the fist fights he got into, he had to learn how to be swift. As for Ara, he couldn’t think of the activities she had done, he would just have to wait and find out.
“I’ll treat you to a cafe afterwards or something.”
Ara looked up at the man who had approached her. She blinked. Huh. She could swear she’d seen him somewhere before. White hair wasn’t exactly a common hair colour after all...
Hmm--sparring? It had been a while since she had done anything close to “exercising” (those walks didn't count due to her dumb eating habits), so she was probably out of practice. But hey, it could be fun. Get the adrenaline pumping and all, right?
((Plus. She had a faint urge to kick that cocky grin off his face.))
“I wouldn’t say I’m the best, but hopefully I’m good enough to put up a decent fight.” She allowed, tilting her head with what she hoped was just a faint smile.
“And sure. Cafe would be nice.”
She picked up the bamboo stick next to her bag-- something she brought as a makeshift spear, just in case the gym didn’t have anything similar for her to practice with-- and did a few practice swings just for the heck of it.
“Would you mind if I use this? Just a personal preference. It’s understandable if you don't want me to though."
polychromeimpulse:
He had barely managed to hide in the closed confine of an unknown convenience store when the sudden drizzle turned into a downpour, which had forced him to sit duck here for hours waiting for the rain to cease. While Ain usually loved the melancholic atmosphere brought by spring showers, they’re more preferable to be witnessed when wrapped in a warm blanket with a good book on bed, not when he’s shivering from the cold exuded by both this store’s A/C and the drop in temperature outside. Thankfully, he didn’t have anything important to attend to this morning, or else his mood would have dipped much lower.
The rain finally lightened then stopped completely at noon. Ain let out a sigh of relief, spreading his arms vertically to stretch the ache away. Finally, he could head home and do something more producti–
Until he felt the definite wetness he had been trying to avoid sticking on his shirt and skin, freezing him stiff near the entrance of the store. His mind didn’t really register what just happened until he laid eyes on a too bright kiddie umbrella with fox ears lying on a puddle nearby-the perpetrator for this predicament. Ain saw some bubbling blood red flashing in his mind’s eyes. God, all that time waiting in a cramped-ass store to not get wet, and this happened anyways? He wanted to scream-
-Then stopped himself when his ears registered the foreign apology. He halted his self-scrutinizing to look at the small woman with black hair bowing before him, her frantic gesture radiating so much remorse that was bleeding into a flickering hot pink on her skin. Oh, she must be the owner of the umbrella. Strange, he expected to see a boisterous kid having that kind of obnoxiously bright item, not a plainly-dressed young woman. It took him a moment to see that her clothes were as wet as his. Ah, the puddle must have hit them both.
“I’m okay,” not really, but Ain isn’t the intentionally rude sort, at least not toward strangers. “Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen all the ti–” he couldn’t finish his sentence as a strong sneeze stole his words.
Ara startled from the noise. “Bless you--!” she squeaked automatically.
Aaaaah, this was all her fault- if it wasn’t for her and her stupid umbrella twirling, both of them would probably would be warm and cozy in their respective homes by now without having the worry of catching the flu hanging over their heads---!!
...But, but. Worrying about that would do nothing now. She forced down her frustration and shame, trying to calm down as she eyed the other hesitantly. He looked around the same age as her, maybe older. Grey hair, green eyes- neither colour being common, or to her, at least. His expression was gentle-- but somehow that smile seemed...careful. Controlled.
Eeep. Was she over reading this or-- did she make him really mad?
“A-A-Again, I’m really really sorry!” She bowed hurriedly again, her voice shooting up several octaves despite herself.
Eugh. Her composure was in shreds now.
Excusing herself awkwardly with another quick bow, she snatched up the incriminating umbrella and tottered inside the store with her head down, shivering in her dripping clothes but burning with shame. Sighing, she looked around the shop. Right, here she was. Better get this over and done with so she could go home and take a nice long shower--
...But. What was she here to buy again?
Eyebrows furrowed, she looked around uncertainly before her eyes landed on a display of towels. After a moment of frantic internal debate, she snatched two of them from the rack, practically slammed the money down on the counter before dashing madly to the front of the store, just in time to see the man from before disappearing down the street.
“Um, excuse me!” She called out. “Maybe take this at least...?”
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theflashingprince:
En sighed. It was hard to find the motivation to get anything done nowadays. Yumoto’s presence in his apartment had certainly livened things up for him, but it hadn’t changed much about how he felt about life in Bellevue. Part of him still wondered if he would be better off back in Binan, with his family and Atsushi.
As En walked down the seemingly quiet street, he ran his fingers through his hair. What was he even doing here? He was receiving an education for a career he hadn’t even chosen. He was like chikuwabu, an unknown lifeform with seemingly no purpose. En’s internal existential crisis was interrupted by a sudden collision with another person, proving in fact that he did exist.
“Sorry.” Muttered En. He hadn’t seen the person in front of him, making the crash his fault. He then noticed something small and rectangular on the ground close to the other person. It was his wallet. “Ah, could you pick that up for me please?” Bending over to pick it up would be too much of a pain.
Third sister decided to send over some furniture as a late housewarming gift or something along with her biweekly money check. What she would even do with it was beyond her, honestly. Her apartment was cluttered enough as it is.
But that was a problem for later. She had an arm full of boxes to lug home.
With her view half obscured, Ara took special care to walk slowly, allowing other people on the street to walk around her-- lest she found herself crashing into people left and right again.
But there’s always people who are too preoccupied, huh.
The sudden collision threatened to to spill the boxes all over her, making her scramble to rebalance them before they really did. Hearing the apology, she leaned sideways to see who she bumped into, opening her mouth to reply, but before she could, the other spoke again.
“Ah, could you pick that up for me please?”
Her mild mannered expression turned icy in an instant. She would've minded if she was asked to pick something up for someone if they couldn’t. But she had an arm full of boxes and he clearly did not. What, was he simply too lazy to bend down?
“... Maybe look at who you’re talking to in the eye at least before you try to order them around.”
@polychromeimpulse
It had been raining, raining and raining all morning. Ara would’ve preferred to stay holed up in her apartment, warm and dry as she binge-watched whatever was broadcasting on TV. But, as her luck would have it, she found the fridge almost empty (she...she didn’t eat that much right...?) and was now trudging down the streets to the nearest convenience store.
Thankfully, the rain was lessening, and eventually it stopped completely as she neared the street. With a sigh, she snapped her umbrella shut and idly twirled it between her hands, watching the fox ears on top spin into a orange blur.
...Don’t judge, alright? The umbrella was a gift from her brother when she was ten, and she didn’t have the heart to throw it out, no matter how childish it was. But maybe she should get a new umbrella while she was at it, huh. No matter what the reason, a twenty something year old with a kiddie umbrella was kind of…well.
She spun the umbrella around her hands a few more times for good measure as she turned the corner into the store, too submerged in her daydream to notice someone to walk out of the entrance at the same time. The next thing she knew, her umbrella had slipped from her hand and sprung open right in the middle of a puddle, sending a wave of water splashing down over both of them.
For one moment, all she could do was stand there in stunned silence.
“I-I’m so sorry--” She gasped, feeling the heat rush to her face as she bowed swiftly, hands clasped in front of her in embarrassment. “Are- are you alright…?”
Accidental Bump
aoiboshi:
If one were to ask Kanata how many fish-tanks he had installed in his own home, they’d probably be gobsmacked at the number he listed off. Not that the guy thought there was anything wrong with how many he had, in fact he was carrying a box containing another new fish tank with him at the moment, because since Midori had gone back to Japan, he was alone in that big house… it got lonely.
He never got tired of marine life and they kept him company when he had no one else around to do so. Shu sometimes dropped by to check on him and take him out to eat together, and Kanata was grateful for that because he knew how antisocial his friend was. But perhaps his friend worried that Kanata would return to his old way of thinking if he was left alone for too long.
Regardless the reason, Kanata was glad for his occasional company, and he was also excited to install this newest fish tank. The entry way to the house had been looking kind of lonely recently, so this would be the perfect addition.
Being that it was a rather big box, and Kanata was transporting it himself, he had been doing his best to avoid the people that didn’t walk out of his way first. As it were, eventually he’d run into someone he didn’t see and that wasn’t paying attention to where they were walking.
Craning his neck to see who he had walked into, Kanata settled for setting his box down on the ground to check on the girl he’d hit with his box.
“I’m sorry Miss. Are you 『okay』?”
Now armed with a map application she finally managed to wrangle onto her phone one way or another, Ara felt a bit more confident enough to wander a bit further than usual on her afternoon walks. Maybe.
Loitering down a street that seemed oddly familiar (she’d been here before, right? No? Hm.), she made a point to keep her eyes on the path to avoid any potential mishaps concerning her inability to seemingly stay on her feet. So far so good, so maybe she wasn’t as clumsy as she proved to be...?
Someone with a huge cardboard box shifted into the edge of her view and she veered left accordingly--
--then proceeded to get sidetracked by a butterfly, misjudge the distance and walk straight into it.
Ultimate Super High School Level Coordinated Martial Artist here, everyone.
She yelped, stumbled to the right, almost lost her balance, awkwardly rightened herself, before finally registering the fact that whoever she had bumped into had asked her a question.
“Um? Ah- it’s okay, I’m fine-- sorry about that...”
Regaining her composure, she eyed him and the huge box he had now put on the ground. The thing was practically half his height and probably weighed more than he let on. Whatever it was, she hoped it wasn’t fragile, or at least she hadn’t broken it with her perfectly coordinated clumsiness.
“...Where are you carrying that to? I could help, if you’d like.”
Even if it wasn’t heavy, that big of a package would be easier to transport with two people right?
[open starter]
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Click! Click! Click! Power off. The screen blackened as the phone died, despite the battery being at eight percent. To be fair, it was an old phone, so the fact that it didn’t die at twelve percent surprised Kenjirou. What sucked was that he was about to take his best selfie yet, but the phone was out of battery.
It was actually perfect weather for a selfie, especially since the wind slightly rustled his hair, making it look like it had slightly more volume, but not enough wind to make it look unkept. The sun was also starting to set, creating brilliant hues in the sky, which would have been the perfect background. Wait a second… the sun was setting?! It was already that late?! Kenjirou had to get home. Quick. He had promised his mom when he moved to Bellevue that they would Skype everyday at 21:00, mainly so that she could be assured that he was home before it was too dark outside. And now he couldn’t even check what time it was because his phone was dead.
And where was he even? Since Kenjirou spent most of his time between school, home, and the skating rink, he had never really bothered to learn the layout of the rest of the city. Everything around him looked unfamiliar, but hopefully he would be able to find a subway station with a map. Ah, if only his phone wasn’t dead! Then Kenjirou would have been able to simply Google how to get home!
“I hate my non-existent sense of direction! I hate my equally bad sense of time! Just let me get home already!!”
The yelling caught his attention, and immediately his brown eyes searched the area for who was shouting. Within seconds, Kenjirou found the angry-looking girl, and jogged up to her without thinking. “Are you lost too? Maybe we could help each other out! Or at least keep each other company! We could be lost together!”
Watching the boy bound toward her, Ara could only blink in embarrassment as she felt her cheeks flush with heat. He heard her. This place was practically isolated? How loudly did she yell??? How many people heard???? Aaaaaa???
She fumbled, yanking her bag back onto her shoulder. The most of a response she managed to get out though was a mumble that sounded vaguely like “Mmhmm.” Admitting it out loud was harder than accepting it in her head, Ara realized, wincing.
(Now would be a great time to be swallowed by the ground, thanks in advance.)
Finally managing to pull herself together, she cleared her throat pointedly before she trusted herself to speak again.
“Unfortunately I seem to be just as lost as you, if not more...” She found herself cracking a smile at the boy’s enthusiasm and managed to relaxed a little. “But yes, that would be nicer than being lost alone.”
Then, for propriety’s sake and to fill in the potential awkward gap of silence, she dipped forward in a quick bow as she introduced herself.
“I’m Ara, nice to meet you.”
soulbovnd:
“A-ah…thank you….” Though the girl was kind enough to hand over her phone, the blank screen was enough to let her know that it was dead. A look of dismay washed over Hiyori’s face– well now she knew where her next check was going.
“Tono-sama is…he’s the best wrestler in the world. I was watching his latest match on my phone…” Hiyori continued to look sadly at her cell, wondering how said match was going. Was he winning? Of course he had to be!
But then Hiyori blinked and realized– she was the one that bumped into the girl. And she hadn’t even apologized!
“I-I’m so sorry! I was the one that bumped into you, I should have looked where I was going but I didn’t!–“ Cheeks flushed from shame, Hiyori clasped her hands together as she apologized profusely. Seriousl,y where were her manners?
Wrestler? Ah, grappling techniques-- Ara winced slightly from an resurfacing memory. Once as a child, Second brother decided to demonstrate on her during training and-- let’s just say it ended up with a whole lot of bad.
She tilted her head questioningly at the girl’s elaboration. So she was watching from her phone-- like a television? Hmm. She really should read more on this whole technology thing.
But back to the situation at hand. Blinking in surprise at other girl’s apologetic outburst, Ara tried for a comforting smile. “No no, it’s alright-- I wasn’t watching either--” and then scrutinizing the device in her hand-
“Will your phone need to be fixed..?”
Just Hanging...(Open)
scatteredxroses:
“Here you go little fella…” Gently placing the little baby bird back in it’s nest, her silver hues watches it happily reunite with it’s siblings with a small smile. She saw that little chick fall off from it’s home on the tree when she was passing by, and she just had to bring it back up.
Once that was done and over with, it was now time for Ruby to drop herself back down. The young rose gave one last look at the baby birds to make sure they wouldn’t fall again, she jumps off and then…
Rustle Rustle
…She finds herself suspended just a few inches above the ground.
Oh no…not again…
A groan escapes her lips, clearly not amused. Looking up, she sees that her red cloak got caught in one of the branches, just as she had expected. Great…
It’s a good thing that the piece of clothing was clipped onto her shoulder rather than tied around her neck. She already got herself nearly strangled to death on more than one occasion because of that.
Either this is one strong cape, or is she really that light-weight?
The silver-eyed girl attempts to squirm herself free, but that method achieved nothing. Finally, she decided to swallow her pride and get help.
“Hey, umm, excuse me?” She calls out to a random passerby. “Sorry, but, uhh…if it’s not too much trouble, can you help me out here for just a bit?”
Not happy with being cooped up in her apartment on a sunny afternoon but not wanting to get lost (yet again) in the city either, Ara settled for a walk in a nearby park. It could be seen from her apartment window, a few streets down, and should be easy enough to get to and back from. Should be. Her sense of direction wasn’t that bad, alright--!!
She was taking a short break under the shade of a tree, enjoying the scenery, when a loud rustling of leaves followed by a surprised yelp caught her attention. Raising an eyebrow, Ara craned her neck from behind the tree trunk.
Just trees. Nothing out of the ordinary...?
The rustling came again, more insistent. Her curiosity got the better of her and she got to her feet with a short sigh, picking her way to the general direction of the sound. Where was--
“Hey, umm, excuse me?
Ara stopped, looking all round her before her gaze landed on a girl, suspended just above the ground from a tree, looking considerably frustrated and embarrassed.
Sorry, but, uhh…if it’s not too much trouble, can you help me out here for just a bit?”
Ah. One thing she could relate to-- rushing into things headfirst and getting caught in the consequences later.
“Don't worry, it's no trouble.” She flashed what she hoped was a friendly smile at the other girl, hoping to ease her awkwardness. “Let’s see--”
She narrowed her eyes against the sunlight as she tried to assess the situation. The cloak was snagged on a crook of a branch-- and pretty high up too. She could climb up there and untangle it, but she was wearing high heels and if she slipped...she doubted that would end well for either of them.
Well. She could probably break the branch with a well aimed--
No. No no no. No breaking things.
“Hmm...” Ara clasped her hands in front of her, forcing herself to think calmly and logically of any other possible solutions that hopefully didn't result with the destruction of anything.
“Is it possible for you to detach yourself from your cloak? If you could...that’ll make retrieving it easier, I think...”
" You're not allowed in here. It could be dangerous. "
“Oh- apologies.”
Ara bowed a little out of habit, a swift but subtle action. Wandered too far, it seems. She scanned the man standing in front of her. Attire that reminded her of like a doctor. Or a scientist. Judging from his warning, it was most likely the latter. Was this science lab or something similar then?
“…Mind if I ask what you people do here exactly?”
Well, she was a village girl after all. Science labs weren’t exactly common place back there.
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She looked around at the tangle of streets and lanes and whatnots, and finally admitted that, yes, she was hopelessly, hopelessly lost.
…Now, just for memory purposes. How many times had this happened this week already?
She tried retracing her steps, then when that didn’t work, basically went and followed the crowd in of finding some sort of landmark. That tactic proved to be in vain, as it only made her even more disorientated. Now standing in a rather isolated area, Ara cast her gaze to the sky, eyes narrowed, as if it would help her to get her bearings.
She shouldn’t be that far away from home right? She’d only been walking for about…thirty minutes or so, and taken a few turns down a few streets…Or, that’s what it felt like, at the very least. But one could probably argue that her sense of time was just as bad as her sense of direction.
The sun was getting rather dangerously close to the horizon. It would be best if she moved quickly. Ara sighed heavily. Honestly? She was going to download some sort of map on her phone as soon as she got back, or get an actual physical copy if it came down to it. Because the way it was going, she was going to have to get an SOS flare for every time she stepped out of the door.
But point being!! She was tired and hungry and just wanted to get home! She dumped her bag on the ground in an uncharacteristic display of frustration, and in a fit of anger, hollered into the sky:
“I hate my non-existent sense of direction! I hate my equally bad sense of time! Just let me get home already!!”
soulbovnd:
You can do it Tono-sama! Give em the ol’ jungle savate!
With her cellphone in hand, Hiyori watched with excitement as one of her favorite pro wrestler’s match was broadcasted through her cellphone. Of course she wouldn’t miss this for the world! It was the most anticipated match of the year – a death match!
All right, that was a bit of an exaggeration.
But Hiyori was very enthusiastic in fact, that she hadn’t watched where she was going and crashed right into someone – her cellphone clattering onto the ground. The screen immediately went blank and Hiyori let out a shriek.
“T-the match! TONO-SAMA NO!!” The most important match of the century and this had to happen!
Wandering around alone was all Ara seemed to do these days. Granted, she had only just gotten here, but she felt like she needed to get a life hobby. And friends. Ah, but what would she do? It wasn’t like she had any particular interests. Back in the village all she did was read those books until she could practically recite them word for word--- and stab training dummies in the yard. But anyway.
Ara let out a light sigh as she tapped her heels against the ground, letting her gaze drift over the bustling streets. Both the roads and streets seemed to be particularly congested on this part of the city, she noticed. She had to be careful--
Bonk.
Ara flinched from the impact, stifling a squeak. She walked into someone? She walked into someone. Dammit. What did she literally just tell herself to do???
Recovering relatively quickly, she realized that someone was still standing in front of her, looking absolutely distraught.
“Um--” She blinked confusedly at the other girl’s wailing, before her gaze landed on the phone on the ground. Picking it up and dusting it off, she offered it to the other girl with a what she hoped was a friendly smile.
“Sorry about that--” She began. And then remembering the girl’s shrieking--
“Ah, if you don’t mind me asking-- what was that about a match? And a... Tono-sama?”
As someone who was taught how to fight with martial arts as soon as she could walk-- whatever that match was seemed interesting.
...But wait-- how was she watching this match though? Through that tiny screen of her mobile phone? Was it some invisible connection? A slight frown creased her forehead as the thought crossed her mind. How did that work...?
" Can I help you? " { dfkfdlk sorry i think my ask meme got eaten if it didn't then ignore this. }
Ara blinked. Her gaze must’ve drifted, and she now found herself staring straight in someone’s face. Someone’s rather disgruntled face. How long had she been staring for–?
“Ah- yes. Would you happen to know how to get to…?”
She trailed off. What was the name of the place again? She frowned lightly, tapping her foot as she tried to sift through her memory.
Ah, she was never good with names. Nor was she good with directions. Maybe…maybe she shouldn’t have rushed straight out of the door.
…She really did not think this through.
" Sorry, I tripped! "
Ara peered at the water bottle on the floor, the puddle that was accumulating at her feet, and the damp patch down her front. Her initial anger and shock gone, she settled for a short sigh and rubbed her forehead.
“…No, it’s alright.”
Oh well. It was an accident- and it was just water. She could just hang her shirt out to dry when she got back home to change. At least it wouldn’t stain. No other problems. She hoped.
