Sept 6, 2020 22:28:57 GMT -5
Post by Hibiki Hosokawa on Sept 6, 2020 22:28:57 GMT -5
template by punki of adoxography
"i'd rather not talk
with 3D people."
I can't breathe. Pressure seemed to compound in from all sides as Hibiki's eyes stared towards the screen that seemed to sit on read for far too long. Every minute felt a lifetime whenever a person passed, she couldn't help but feel her body growing smaller as she sat on the worn bench. It was almost as if her body was on the verge of disappearing completely if she was to come into contact with one of the moving variables, yet the one who should feel like that was no doubt carelessly skipping her way to her. A steady rhythm would pound on a drum made of concrete, the Isamu student's eyes would stare at her phone as if out of nowhere she'd find reprieve in the solace of one who understood how she felt... yet she knew hoping for a message at a time like this was a shot in the dark. Her fingers would begins typing out a message before tapping it back out of existence.
She had never dealt well with crowds, much less ones filled with a shifting tide of unfamiliarity. Who knows how many of these people could be villains, criminals, and the ill... all of them threatening the little comfort she has. Of it all what if she was to find herself caught in the crossfire? Who would tell Yoko? It'd be nothing more than a mystery... she didn't want her to feel bad. Her eyes would roll towards the sky as if trying to lose herself in the clouds and take flight. The otaku couldn't understand how people could deal with this on the daily... braving the hordes who held little to no care for others feelings, how she missed her warm safety room. Fluffy pillows that surrounded a fort that no one could penetrate, all keeping her precious laptop in good care.
Her chest would rise and fall in an unsteady percussion as she'd glance back around waiting for the ball of sunshine that would make this whole excursion worth it. She had promised to take Ayano out for something warm and sweet after all... and she wasn't going to go back on that promise, especially since she would never hear the end of it. Every second her collar seemed to rise higher attempting to block out the sea of stimuli that threatened her stimuli... Ayano where are you?
She had never dealt well with crowds, much less ones filled with a shifting tide of unfamiliarity. Who knows how many of these people could be villains, criminals, and the ill... all of them threatening the little comfort she has. Of it all what if she was to find herself caught in the crossfire? Who would tell Yoko? It'd be nothing more than a mystery... she didn't want her to feel bad. Her eyes would roll towards the sky as if trying to lose herself in the clouds and take flight. The otaku couldn't understand how people could deal with this on the daily... braving the hordes who held little to no care for others feelings, how she missed her warm safety room. Fluffy pillows that surrounded a fort that no one could penetrate, all keeping her precious laptop in good care.
Her chest would rise and fall in an unsteady percussion as she'd glance back around waiting for the ball of sunshine that would make this whole excursion worth it. She had promised to take Ayano out for something warm and sweet after all... and she wasn't going to go back on that promise, especially since she would never hear the end of it. Every second her collar seemed to rise higher attempting to block out the sea of stimuli that threatened her stimuli... Ayano where are you?
