Had it not been for the soft murmurs skipping about the room, she likely would have passed up the source of their interest — the figure in the corner, residing within the shadows, almost like a vampire who’s afraid of touching the light. However, there was obviously an alternate reason behind her sulking.
The scene was oddly similar to Tamaki’s bouts of depression; perhaps that’s why she was at ease enough to take the initiative and venture nearer (though cautiously).
❝ Ah— Hey. Are you alright? ❞
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For a moment, the speaker’s cropped hair made her classify them as a male, but as umber eyes narrowed and she perused them like they were a book, the realization that the speaker was a she hit her like a s l a p .
Well, not like a slap, really. It wasn’t that shocking. If he were a boy, he would look like a very ƒємιηιηє boy, in her opinion.
‘Yeah,’ she answered the question like she had been asked it a thousand times before and didn’t bother anymore to think of an honest and legitimate answer. 'I was just.. shocked about something, that’s all. It’s no biggie.’ But the corners of her lips were pulled down, the sight contradictory to her statement.
