the first «roman»
And there was Hana, just really doing nothing, walking along the street for some odd reason even when she knew she should’ve stayed inside, for her regular uniform had gotten quite the stain a few days prior and she hadn’t really figured out how to use a washing machine yet.
It was safe to say that her roommates rooms were now partially flooded with bits and pieces of socks and their unmentionables within the currents.
Besides that, ahem, she had decided to walk around in a sweater and some pants, much different than her usual gear. Her glasses were adjusted briefly before seeing the small and feminine looking girl shiver slightly, Hana’s brown eyes widened before thinking,
What would Mister Kittybeard and Miss Fawcett do?
” …. what are you crazy kids doing, playing pranks on an old man like me! My old heart can’t take this, hehe. “
Wait, no!! Hana paused after shouting, her imitation of the Tiger fairly rough and rugged sounding. Maybee …
” Kotetsu, you’re acting old and senile again. I can’t stand being seen by you but in reality we’re best friends and probably have a movie night together. We should invite that really cool glasses girl who rode on my back that one time. “
Glasses adjust.
” You’re right, Bani!! We should go call her right now! ”
Yes, the Mistress of Life would be able to see this young girl have a conversation to herself as an old man and a young, fickle blondie with great legs. Approach with caution, if you will!
The sudden shout had scared the poor doll into thinking she had done something wrong already, halting in her steps and keeping perfectly still, frozen stiff, even! Could they see her? Normally the humans couldn’t when the two dolls would visit them. But this time…
Stiffly and slowly turning around, almost even as if she were on a slowly turning platform, deep blue hues focused on the girl that seemed to be briskly conversing with herself, though she was looking in her direction. Cautiously, Hortense turned her head by just a bit, looking behind her to check if Hana had been talking to someone behind her, thinking that she was in the way. But ah, there was nobody else! Only the two of them standing on the side of the street, looking at one another. One talkative and one slightly surprised doll, just shorter by Hana by a bit. She was a doll, after all! Though her features were very human-like.
Hortense let a few moments of the other girl’s excessive talking pass before taking slow and tiny steps toward them, approaching them with a smile smile, though a hint of confusion was held in her eyes. How interesting! She had observed many humans before, but never one so.. unique.
Maybe she could talk to them! They seem to have noticed her, after all.
“Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle!”
“May I ask what you may be doing?”
” Bani!!! What did I tell you!! The shaving cream doesn’t go in the popcorn!! “
” But Kotetsu I’m following the instructions on the package, I’ve been trying to get this right because I’ve secretly practiced for a while but it. Should be fine. “
The brunette began to imitate the blonde, a deep suave voice of what would be Barnaby’s emitted with a feminine tone. The scenario now was that they were waiting for Hana to arrive and Barnaby had pretty much burnt the popcorn and made the microwave explode, causing a brief fire in the apartment. ” Aauauuughh!!!! ” Kotetsu would scream in an old man fashion.
As Fawcett would get the fire extinguisher and take it out while maintaining what little masculinity he had left.
” Bani … let me cook the ri— popcorn, this time. “
And then!!
” Hey guys!! ”
Cue the shutter shades and hopping over the couch to sit in between the two!! But, her awesome dream was paused, the girl she had focused on earlier in front of her. She stared down at the girl before speaking abruptly.
” Bwwaaaahh!!! N-nothin’! I ain’t doin’ nothin’ fishy or anything. Totally not talkin’ to myself, hahaha! Good joke, dolly. ”
the first «roman»
Cold.
Even under the thick layers of her dress, the petite doll shivered, not used to such weather. Why had she come here? She did not recall ever stepping foot into this world by herself, and neither did she recall heading out for this strange place, either. The buildings towered over, higher than she was used to, the streets were dirty, however bustling with life.
Intrigued by such a new, though unfavourable situation, Hortense stepped forward, tiny feet barely making a sound against the cement, dress just barely reaching the ground.
Optimistically, the Mistress of Life twirled, thickly layered dress fanning out to create a beautiful sphere of blue as she twirled on the tips of her feet, stopping after a third turn before her tiny lips curved into a small smile, a soft, sing-song voice just barely heard.
“… Can a «Roman» be found here?”
And there was Hana, just really doing nothing, walking along the street for some odd reason even when she knew she should’ve stayed inside, for her regular uniform had gotten quite the stain a few days prior and she hadn’t really figured out how to use a washing machine yet.
It was safe to say that her roommates rooms were now partially flooded with bits and pieces of socks and their unmentionables within the currents.
Besides that, ahem, she had decided to walk around in a sweater and some pants, much different than her usual gear. Her glasses were adjusted briefly before seeing the small and feminine looking girl shiver slightly, Hana’s brown eyes widened before thinking,
What would Mister Kittybeard and Miss Fawcett do?
” …. what are you crazy kids doing, playing pranks on an old man like me! My old heart can’t take this, hehe. “
Wait, no!! Hana paused after shouting, her imitation of the Tiger fairly rough and rugged sounding. Maybee …
” Kotetsu, you’re acting old and senile again. I can’t stand being seen by you but in reality we’re best friends and probably have a movie night together. We should invite that really cool glasses girl who rode on my back that one time. “
Glasses adjust.
” You’re right, Bani!! We should go call her right now! ”
Yes, the Mistress of Life would be able to see this young girl have a conversation to herself as an old man and a young, fickle blondie with great legs. Approach with caution, if you will!
. i want to show you all the beauty you don’t even know you hold ♚
- “…Oh.”
[Head half hanging, still connected to the body by a few strings. So this was the extent of his weapon, something with little to no efficiency at all. It took him more than ten blows to start chopping the neck, blood splattering all around sector three.
This wooden cleaver was… nothing more than a toy. But he was sure that he would find something more appropriate when he finally sets foot on his apartment, or…
… A store.
That would do. He ignored the fallen body, blood still spurting from the gruesome wound. The wooden cleaver of his? Thrown away like used gloves, as he entered the small store. A place like this, in a city… why bother giving him wooden weapons when he could get the same thing paying a small price?
Slender fingers running down the endless amount of knives, the doctor taking his time to chose which one would be better, which one would suit him the most, the one weapon that would be appropriate for the following experiments. After all, there were so many new people here, so many people that he would gladly cut open and examine them thoroughly, that Iwamine could barely contain his delight. As for how he would find if his newly found weapon would be good enough and solving his money problems (since he had no way of buying it for now)…
… that was a simple matter. As the blonde attendant approached the man with a rather lovingly smile (despite being in sector 3, she seemed in a good mood to work in that piece of junk), he turned to her, tightly grasping the new cleaver in hand… as her smile turned into a scream with the sound of metal piercing and ripping through flesh.
A mischievous smile forming upon his lips, as he tucked the weapon in one of the large pockets of his bloodstained lab coat.]
- “…For now, this shall suffice. This new stay is proving to be… sufficiently interesting.”
[He would now venture through the ghetto, facing one of the most dangerous districts as if it was nothing. A new city meant new test subjects.
For this, he would be forced to take a little detour from meeting his new ‘apartment’, and do a small field recognition. With a sufficient amount of luck, he would find new people to lay his eyes and hands on today.]
[ The brunette fiddled with the bandages that wrapped around her leg tightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the sensation of being bounded to some extent. The brunette quickly adjusted her glasses, finding comfort in them being placed back atop the bridge of her nose.
But, that didn’t change the fact that every time she yawned her jaw would suddenly become a nuisance.
Maybe urging Kanji on to … punch her, wasn’t that smart. At least, that’s what she concluded. Hopefully that nasty bump in their friendship wouldn’t stop them from being in the same room or something. Because the looks she got when she did definitely told her that it wouldn’t go away any time soon. ]
!!
Hey! Mister! [ She called out, waving excitedly in a rushed manner before thoroughly examining him (with what her eyes could see, any how). What would be an inquiry about how long his hair was and if she could braid it became a huff of concern. Hands on her hips, the girl adjusted her jaw for a moment before speaking. ]
You’re kinda dirty, you know! [ She nodded her head, crossing her arms as she did so before taking his hand and leading him in a direction unknown to him. Or possibly, both, it all depended on where her legs took her. ] I know that being a german dentist can be hard, and also being a dirty german dentist on the television can be too— [ A pause. ] oh, a german dentist with cool glasses, —
[ A matching pair to hers, of course. ]
— so maybe I can just take that tram or train or car or street to a place where we can get you a new coat or something! Because, good golly gosh, that stain is really concerning ..!
let’s get physical! ;; [EVENT]
Woah!!
[ What a strange show of strength! Not to mention really really cool! The brunette’s eyes widened in growing astonishment before she began to laugh. ]
His hair is really weird! [ She commented to herself, still toting the bag that slowly began to reek of something mighty foul, rotten, it smelled rotten, and due to the fact that her cheeks were flushed and she was running a fever, nose clogged, the regular symptoms of your average everyday cold, she neglected to notice it.
Ignoring the violence going around her, Hana waltzed up to him, noticing the unique attire her had on. Unique by, oh he only had pants and sandals on! She could’ve sworn somewhere deep in her mind that Shinagawa told her only old men wore clothing like that.
Maybe she shouldn’t say that, huh. ]
Mister! You’re really strong!
How strong are you, exactly? [ The brunette asked out of tingling curiosity, itching her arm as she did so. A smile was pinned onto her face, brown locks shining with health, despite how her appearance betrayed such. ]
[ Oh look, an innocent-looking girl. No big deal, right? ]
“… Th’hell someone like you doin’ out here? Go home, yer gonna get hurt or somethin’.”
[ — Oh, but wait! She had a compliment for Kamina, and that caused him to pocket his hands, shrugging as he wore a smug grin. She couldn’t be infected, right? She hadn’t even come at him like some psychopath. … Maybe this girl was one of those people who looked like they were sick all the time. ]
“Yer damn right I’m strong, girly. But a man ain’t got no measure of strength, he only keeps gettin’ stronger and stronger!”
[ No, that didn’t make any sense. Did Kamina give a damn? Not really. What he did give a damn about, however, was the stench coming from that bag that she carried. ]
“Th’fuck’s in that thing? Smells like shit!”
But, I won’t get hurt! Thank you for worrying, though.
[ Rather, she was too tired to go home. She wanted to wander at least. But, not even wandering around and using her legs would even please her. Only the fact that he had bothered to answer her question, wholeheartedly, in fact!
And it’s nothing! Well, it’s raw meat, actually! Keeps the bag heavier just in case things go wrong! With people these days, you never know, you know! I mean, look at that guy you just hit! [ She said, laughing a little.
His words were inspiring, and something that she managed to understand easily. And only urged her further to childishly grab his hand, making it into a fist, and moving it to his wrist.
And then, making his fist rest against her cheek. ]
Since you’re strong, and all, can you do this!
[ She made the arm retract and then move into her cheek, replicating the same action he had done earlier.
A punch. ]
Can you do this, to me?
Could you hurt me?
let’s get physical! ;; [EVENT]
[ The one god damn time he had decided to go out and try to make sense of this place. ]
[ It really all started when he stabbed his pride in the gut and asked a little girl for directions. Apparently, she didn’t take too kindly to that, as he earned a lovely kick to the shin. ]
[ After that though, things got a little… strange. The more he paid attention (which was strange, for a fool like himself), he noticed civilians acting ill. Acting violent. And that was when he felt a blunt force hit him straight in the temple. ]
“Che—”
[ His crimson eyes glanced over to see a dazed citizen, moving his arm away. … Did this guy have the balls to throw a punch at the Mighty Kamina? The hero of the rebellion? Testosterone and fighting spirit took over as the young man reached for the man’s arm, before he swung him into the building beside him. He couldn’t help but wince as he heard a couple of cracks, but that was simply what this asshole got for instigating a fight with a being as manly as himself, right? ]
“Now what in th’flyin’ fuck’s goin’ on ‘round here…”
[ Another beastman trap? Absolutely. ]
Woah!!
[ What a strange show of strength! Not to mention really really cool! The brunette’s eyes widened in growing astonishment before she began to laugh. ]
His hair is really weird! [ She commented to herself, still toting the bag that slowly began to reek of something mighty foul, rotten, it smelled rotten, and due to the fact that her cheeks were flushed and she was running a fever, nose clogged, the regular symptoms of your average everyday cold, she neglected to notice it.
Ignoring the violence going around her, Hana waltzed up to him, noticing the unique attire her had on. Unique by, oh he only had pants and sandals on! She could’ve sworn somewhere deep in her mind that Shinagawa told her only old men wore clothing like that.
Maybe she shouldn’t say that, huh. ]
Mister! You’re really strong!
How strong are you, exactly? [ The brunette asked out of tingling curiosity, itching her arm as she did so. A smile was pinned onto her face, brown locks shining with health, despite how her appearance betrayed such. ]
Not-so-happy tailors anymore, huh?
Yeah, hurt me!
Like this!
[ With the swift movement of her hand, the brunette took hold of the scissors she examined earlier, and made a spectacle of the example, jabbing it into her thigh. She winced, suppressing a grunt from the realization her strength was in full effect, making the jab go further than she intended. She stumbled, a hand placed on the wall quickly before ripping it out and handing it towards the other with a shaky hand. ]
You’re my [ Her words came breathy, low and exhaled. ] f-friend, right ..?
If you’re angry .. just hurt me!
Hurt me!
[ She didn’t want him hurting others, and she need not the urge herself. At least, not when she was surrounded by such as a child in preparation for taking over the family business one day. Hana would rather take the punch than give it out, and strangely, she quite liked the feeling of it right now.
In fact, she chose it over violence.
But, but bUT— if Kanji didn’t then .. then she’d have to do something about it. Because he would hurt others, and hurt herself, and help her hurt herself, and hurt hurt hurt hurT huRT hURT HURT pain pain, pain, pain, she disliked it but she wanted it, very badly. How weird, she proclaimed! How utterly confusing! Kanji, Kanji! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry and do it! DO IT KANJI do IT DO IT AND HURRY HURRY— ]
Kanji! Are you listen … ing? I’ll feel, feel worse if you don’t a-and .. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t! Kanji, you need to. Hurry and please!
“—!!!!”
[ She just stabbed herself! He flinched, unable to take his eyes off this horrifying sight. He’s seen displays of homicidal tendencies, sure, but not something so… self-harmful! His breath was suspended. Tough guy or not, not even the manliest of men could stomach a young woman stabbing her own thigh with a pair of scissors.
The bloodied pair was offered to him. He couldn’t accept it, god no. ]
“Listen to yourself, ya sound like a suicidal asshole!”
[ He didn’t want to hurt her. No, is this karma for being so rejecting to her? Damn it this isn’t happening, no this isn’t happening this isn’t fucking happening this isn’t happening, oh god it’s happening isn’t it, fuck everything fuck fuck fuck— ]
“LISTEN TO YOURSELF, DAMN IT!!!!”
[ He let rage take him over. His fists tightened, without thinking sending a fist sideways-bound. Knuckles would connect to her jaw at full force if given the opportunity to hit. ]
“You gotta be a dumbass ta’ think I’d stab ya like that! We’re friends, and that means I don’t go ‘round stabbin’ friends with dirty-ass scissors, alright!?”
[ Asshole?
An asshole?
Hana flinched, her happy demeanor immediately torn, her expression seemingly shocked and teetering between sadness and disbelief. She, she wasn’t like that—! Hana Adachi wasn’t—! Not anymore, no, she didn’t .. she didn’t hurt people anymore, she didn’t, she had good reasON TO BUT— ]
K-Kanji ..!! [ She cried out, her voice broken, high pitched and her tone seeping with uncertainty of her own words. Calling out to him would do, nothing, nothing, it wouldn’t do .. anything, right? All she wanted to do was keep him from being angry—
—being angry was bad. Hurt, it made people hurt. All she wanted to do her whole life was make people happy, make her friends happy, keep their happiness before hers, look out, a guardian, why else would she go to such lengths and achieve the impossible just to keep them company! To pester them when they were sad, cheering them up!
When his fist connected with her jaw, she fell backward due to the force, landing against the table that supported the sewing machine, making it tip over and nearly fall over.
She could’ve dodged it, and she could’ve, but she wouldn’t be happy if she did.
And with her incredible tolerance to pain, not even a dislocated jaw would do the trick, it would never do the trick. She wanted more. Kanji, go on— ] … Kanji, are you happy now? [ Some reluctance with her jaw, but she managed the words.
She knelt, eagerly awaiting his answer despite the stinging sensation throughout her body. Hana felt nervous, she felt nervous, very nervous. Terrified, petrified, of being judged by her actions when in this state. With her glasses gone, with them gone, with her hair let loose, gone gone her barrier gone protection gone— ]
Kanji, I’m vulnerable right now! You’re angry- please, please, please, please hurt me!
[ Though the meaning of friendship to her was still off, considering she was still new to this whole “having friends” deal. ]
Not-so-happy tailors anymore, huh?
[ He hurt someone. ]
Thanks.
[ He hurt someone. ]
Thank you, Kanji.
[ The fact that she had managed to get his name right alone should’ve been a set off, her distinctive change in appearance and the fact that she even seemed a bit paler— but, she already turned around to eye the items in the area, making it a bit difficult to examine her conditions any further.
The fact that her mindset wasn’t the best, and that he just, in a way, locked himself with an ‘infected’— oh! Shiny! The sewing machine, the pair of sharp— sharp, very sharp— scissors, and the cloth that she needed to retrieve. She simply took it as instructed, and turned to view Kanji, and handed it to him. She at least took some pride in her behavior so far, almost like a child. ]
Here.
[ She watched him clean it off quietly, stirring in her own thoughts.
She was fiddling with the thought of scolding Kanji on how hurting people was bad and all, but maybe this would be better? She didn’t want to hurt someone who reminded her of Shinagawa, after all. It’d feel like she was beating on her own best friend!
He wasn’t that bad of a guy, either. Despite that scar, the blonde was pretty nice! So, maybe he could do this one favor for her? ]
Hey, Kanji, can you hurt me?
“Ain’t no problem.”
[ Did she really just get his name right? He’s not Brittney Spears anymore? The blond really isn’t one to notice the little things, or even the big things. She did look a little different, he’d have to admit— maybe the infected guys got to her—
………. the infected guys got to her…………… Shit.
And here he is, locking himself and someone whom could easily be infected in the room. Well ain’t he a smarty pants!
Without much further question, the blond took the cloth offered to him, wiping the bloodstain with it. Good thing it’s still fresh, or else it’d be difficult to clean off with cloth alone. This is just one big clusterfuck, wasn’t it? ]
Hey, Kanji, can you hurt me?
“E-ehhh!?”
[ What’s she even asking— … damn it. ]
“Hurt ya? The hell for!? Don’t tell me you’re— god damn it!”
“You got the virus thing, didn’t ya?” [ Then why isn’t she lunging at him…? ]
Yeah, hurt me!
Like this!
[ With the swift movement of her hand, the brunette took hold of the scissors she examined earlier, and made a spectacle of the example, jabbing it into her thigh. She winced, suppressing a grunt from the realization her strength was in full effect, making the jab go further than she intended. She stumbled, a hand placed on the wall quickly before ripping it out and handing it towards the other with a shaky hand. ]
You’re my [ Her words came breathy, low and exhaled. ] f-friend, right ..?
If you’re angry .. just hurt me!
Hurt me!
[ She didn’t want him hurting others, and she need not the urge herself. At least, not when she was surrounded by such as a child in preparation for taking over the family business one day. Hana would rather take the punch than give it out, and strangely, she quite liked the feeling of it right now.
In fact, she chose it over violence.
But, but bUT— if Kanji didn’t then .. then she’d have to do something about it. Because he would hurt others, and hurt herself, and help her hurt herself, and hurt hurt hurt hurT huRT hURT HURT pain pain, pain, pain, she disliked it but she wanted it, very badly. How weird, she proclaimed! How utterly confusing! Kanji, Kanji! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry and do it! DO IT KANJI do IT DO IT AND HURRY HURRY— ]
Kanji! Are you listen … ing? I’ll feel, feel worse if you don’t a-and .. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t! Kanji, you need to. Hurry and please!
Not-so-happy tailors anymore, huh?
Kanji!
Kanji! What’s going on!
[ The brunette called inside the store, already having spouted the act of violence. She began to itch her arm unconsciously as worry tinted her voice. She had to admit, even she was alarmed at the recent amount of violence. But, having it so close to home was—! ]
Are you alright? I mean, is that guy okay too? He won’t hurt you anymore? I mean he did kinda try and throw you and all. [ She mumbled, scratching her neck, nervously looking around. Really, it was silly for her to act this way. Trying to rationalize worry was complicated itself, but— ]
…. Are you sure you’re okay? [ Oh, oh, oh! Blood, what a strange and alarming sight indeed. Her hand hovered over the folding chair, a curious expression on her face before uneasiness suddenly overtook. ] Hey, you .. didn’t catch that virus they were talking about, right? [ She asked cautiously, not exactly enjoying the violence that suddenly spread.
As ironic as it was that she helped in causing it. ]
Can you .. wash that off? It’s making me a bit fidgety.
“Whatsyourface— Hana!”
[ He dared not lose the chair he held so close. The blond’s so ready to pound someone’s face in, and yet the young girl came forth, the girl he’s been harassed by since day 1, and now stuck in this sick little outbreak, herself. There’s no way he’d swing this heavy ass chair her way. ]
“Jus’ get the hell in here, the guys outside are nuts!” [ Albeit forcibly, one hand released the chair, dragging the girl further into the tailoring shop. The doors themselves would close on their own. He just didn’t want someone barging in deciding they wanted to rob the place. Even if that were the case, he’s more than prepared to take a few punks down no problem.
As of now, both were in the rear room, the very room the seamstresses WOULD be sewing and tailoring, but of course they’ve gone nuts as well. He leaned the chair against the door, backrest propped under the knob. ]
“I didn’t catch nothin’, these guys just decided they wanted to pick a fight with me. I jus’ gave ‘em the beatdown they’ll feel next week.”
“Shit, it barely fuckin’ started an’ everyone’s in a goddamn knot.”
Can you .. wash that off? It’s making me a bit fidgety.
“Eh?”
[ At first, the blond didn’t understand her request. Only until he laid eyes on his own weapon did he understand. A minor blood stain on the metallic surface showed its face to him. ] “Oh, right. Get me one o’ those cloths over there. S’still fresh, so it should come off easy.”
[ He hurt someone. ]
Thanks.
[ He hurt someone. ]
Thank you, Kanji.
[ The fact that she had managed to get his name right alone should’ve been a set off, her distinctive change in appearance and the fact that she even seemed a bit paler— but, she already turned around to eye the items in the area, making it a bit difficult to examine her conditions any further.
The fact that her mindset wasn’t the best, and that he just, in a way, locked himself with an ‘infected’— oh! Shiny! The sewing machine, the pair of sharp— sharp, very sharp— scissors, and the cloth that she needed to retrieve. She simply took it as instructed, and turned to view Kanji, and handed it to him. She at least took some pride in her behavior so far, almost like a child. ]
Here.
[ She watched him clean it off quietly, stirring in her own thoughts.
She was fiddling with the thought of scolding Kanji on how hurting people was bad and all, but maybe this would be better? She didn’t want to hurt someone who reminded her of Shinagawa, after all. It’d feel like she was beating on her own best friend!
He wasn’t that bad of a guy, either. Despite that scar, the blonde was pretty nice! So, maybe he could do this one favor for her? ]
Hey, Kanji, can you hurt me?
Not-so-happy tailors anymore, huh?
“The hell’s got everyone’s pants in a knot? This virus shit?”
[ Another potential customer slammed to the floor. Kanji had a folding chair form the backroom equipped, swinging it left and right and slamming the attackers as they came. By “attackers”, we really only mean the manager who decided it was a good idea to try and throw him over the counter for accidentally breaking the cash register. What a hard-ass, he thought. Still, he recalled the announcement regarding the virus. Perhaps the manager caught it.
Wow. Well, shit.
Kanji didn’t feel the need to surrender his comfort furniture, thus he carried it with him out the store, cautious of who else might be around. It didn’t matter. With this chair already splashed with an ounce of blood, he will kick ass. ]
[ He remembered to wash his hands regularly. For a delinquent, he had very good hygiene. He felt fine. No lethargy, no sudden rush of coldness, no anything that’ll label him as ill. Good, his temper didn’t need to flare as often as it already did. ]
“Alright, let’s see how many asses I gotta serve on a damn platter before I can get home.”
Kanji!
Kanji! What’s going on!
[ The brunette called inside the store, already having spouted the act of violence. She began to itch her arm unconsciously as worry tinted her voice. She had to admit, even she was alarmed at the recent amount of violence. But, having it so close to home was—! ]
Are you alright? I mean, is that guy okay too? He won’t hurt you anymore? I mean he did kinda try and throw you and all. [ She mumbled, scratching her neck, nervously looking around. Really, it was silly for her to act this way. Trying to rationalize worry was complicated itself, but— ]
…. Are you sure you’re okay? [ Oh, oh, oh! Blood, what a strange and alarming sight indeed. Her hand hovered over the folding chair, a curious expression on her face before uneasiness suddenly overtook. ] Hey, you .. didn’t catch that virus they were talking about, right? [ She asked cautiously, not exactly enjoying the violence that suddenly spread.
As ironic as it was that she helped in causing it. ]
Can you .. wash that off? It’s making me a bit fidgety.
[ So scandalous.
Long, brown locks laid behind her back, her normal blazer discarded in favor of the freedom for her arms. A convenient bag carried in her other arm and the usual aura of increasing happiness was being radiated from her frame. The problem was—
—the bottom of the bag was seeping with what looked to be red liquid, draping down her skirt and leg.
And yet her happy go lucky expression was the same as ever, but perhaps some thought was wrapped through her mind, her usual glasses thrown off to the side, quite literally. The moment she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she discarded them behind her, bag in hand and with an usual swagger to her steps. Why, it could even be described as a sway, if anything. Threatening to lose her balance if she took one wrong step.
She definitely felt tired— ]
Maybe the coughing’ll go away if I just take that bat?
[ She scratched the back of her neck with her free hand.
A loud whistle emitted from her form, Hana laughing a little to herself in a delirious manner, a cheery smile on her lips. ]
