[She’s just sitting outside at the time, alone beneath a tree, hands curled against the thighs of her slacks. The expression on her young face is focused, almost stubborn; the tug grows sharper the closer that Misha gets, urging Mami to get to her feet and follow her half of this thread of magical compulsion.
She’s at least reluctantly stood up by the time Misha comes into view. The gold eyes are calm when they regard her, although the girlish brows first furrow together and then raise. Wasn’t that the girl who thought that plants were the internet? This....possibly doesn’t bode well at all.]
no subject
She’s at least reluctantly stood up by the time Misha comes into view. The gold eyes are calm when they regard her, although the girlish brows first furrow together and then raise. Wasn’t that the girl who thought that plants were the internet? This....possibly doesn’t bode well at all.]
Ah, good day.
[Still, no reason to be rude!]