Living in the shopping district does have its pros and con. Pros: is all the cool shops there is. Cons: no money and itâs always crowded. She had enough left to get her by before she would have to find a job. Not something she was looking forward to.Â
She was more concerned about her backpack. All her valuables were in there. Her remaining money, bullets, various trinkets that she acquired back from Rubrum. Right now, she was walking down the street, backpack in hand as she was rummaging through it. She didnât see the figure in front of her and soon collided with her. With the backpack on the floor and its contents spilled, the girl couldnât help but groan. âWatch it, would ya?â Sure, Cater was the one who bumped into her, but she was a bit too tense to even care for an apology.
What sort of crass brute would collide with someone and then issue a rather paltry threat. Someone who lacked any sort of decorum of course, and although it was quite unlady-like to show anger, Neo couldnât help but feel vexed at the words that had just been flung at her.Â
Wordlessly did she manifest her anger, in the form of her bicolored hues settling on a common ground of pink for a few moments; yet upon realizing her inappropriate behavior she would close them, as if resetting them back to their natural two tone state. Another outlet appeared in her mind, one much more graceful and full of tact.
After her bearings were recovered, Neo rose to quickly retrieve the spilled content of the bag, like a gracious lady would do.Â
Yet when everything seemed in place, she would make her way to the nearest wastebin. It was for a brief moment that she would lock eyes with the girl who by this time, probably was in awe of her kindness -- before tossing the bag into the receptacle, that was where last centuries style belonged, right?
