( a nickname... it didn't really sound like one. but. what did she know? exactly nothing, actually. and boy, doesn't that make her feel hollow and empty on almost every level. but she can't afford to freak out- when all around her people are crying or recoiling from others in fear, she can't lose herself either. not more than she already has.
so, quietly, she nods and forces herself up, slipping her id back into her wallet, and that back into her bag- it's shaped like a melting crescent moon...
cute. whoever she is, she clearly has impeccable taste. )
Okay. ( like she's not already up- ) Then- where should I go? I don't think I hurt myself.
( which, considering they all collapsed in a busy train station, is somewhat miraculous, actually. but she watches deku with a careful gaze- but not sharp, or angry, or anything he'll have been familiar with. just big eyes, and something akin to trust. )
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so, quietly, she nods and forces herself up, slipping her id back into her wallet, and that back into her bag- it's shaped like a melting crescent moon...
cute. whoever she is, she clearly has impeccable taste. )
Okay. ( like she's not already up- ) Then- where should I go? I don't think I hurt myself.
( which, considering they all collapsed in a busy train station, is somewhat miraculous, actually. but she watches deku with a careful gaze- but not sharp, or angry, or anything he'll have been familiar with. just big eyes, and something akin to trust. )