oh, my doll —-

               "Ah--?" Undoubtedly the lass was taken off guard by the stranger's abrupt inquiry,                notably startled. It was a rare occurrence for her to be approached on the street,                and she had half a mind to think she did wrong somehow. Clutching her novel,                she gazed at the man different from her, a dusting of pink across pale features.

"I’m alright — and ah, stand up straight, tilt your head forward slightly, and use your thumb and index finger to pinch your nose shut."

{|✂|} It wasn’t often someone actually tripped over him, or managed to nearly land across his lap, but… This poor girl seemed more startled than Julius had initially been.

His voice, calm and void as always, might actually soothe the stranger’s shot nerves — or he could hope — while basic first-aid was rattled off. 

Hey, it wasn’t like he hadn’t gone through a random nosebleed before. {|✂|}

             "Eh--?" The response given did not cease to baffle her -- more often than not,              resentment or anger was sent her way for her clumsiness; mishaps. To assist was              even moreso astonishing, to the point she merely halted entirely. Though, however              different this occurrence may be, Barbie would not complain in the slightest. Hastily              obeying his commands with the tilt of her head and closure of her nose, she felt              immensely grateful for first-aid advice from him. When was the last time she met a              kindly stranger such as him? 

             There was a slight nod in response, accompanied by an enhance of pink across              pale cheeks. The embarrassment from only moments prior was still fresh, after all.

                             ————『♬』 Ｅｎｔｒｏｐｙ ————                         Finally, the mean look he gave her washed away,                        a warm smile gracing his lips. He couldn’t help                        but laugh a little with how embarrassed she was.                        If she turns any redder, she’s bound to explode                        soon, oh dear.

                             ————『♬』 Ｅｎｔｒｏｐｙ ————                         With a brow quirked, the musician sighed rather                        heavily. She was…special, no? Nah that’s too                        mean, just a bit air headed? Oh bother, what should                        he label her? Never mind. Standing, he’d move his                        bag, revealing the pink flats. He’d pick them up and                        took a couple step toward her, slowly handing them                        to her. He had been hanging around the park and                        just waited for her to come back looking for them,                        hiding them in the meantime just so he could                        watch her run around looking for them.

                     "I-I did--! Well, um . . f-for a bit . ."

                             ————『♬』 Ｅｎｔｒｏｐｙ ————                         What a strange thing to ask. Did…she lose                         her shoes or something? Interesting. The                        musician leaned over with his legs crossed as                        he rested his elbow upon his knee, his cheek                        within the palm of his hand. Slowly he looked                        around. Pink flats. . pink flats…nope.                        Don’t see them anywhere.

                 While not a particularly unexpected inquiry, it -- nonetheless -- caught        Barbie off guard for a moment. Her pale cheeks began to burn pinker than         even that of her lost belonging.