→ ❝ There’s much that is both new and familiar here, ❞ so starts the blonde, softly twirling her umbrella as cerulean hues look up at the sky. Overcast; a sign that rain is soon approaching. The thought alone makes her cautious and even weary.
❝ –Not that it’s unwelcome. At the very least, the change in atmosphere and everyone’s attitudes here is refreshing, ❞ she looks over at the stranger nearby now, the smallest of smiles gracing her features.
❝ I’ve heard some people say this place is horrible… But I suppose it depends on what sort of place you came from prior to arriving here. ‘It’s all a matter of perspective’, as they say. ❞
She doesn’t mean to let her mind wander when the woman first speaks; it’s a terrible habit of hers, juggling five different thoughts at once. She was just thinking about how she’d forgotten, again, to invest in an umbrella. She’d think about it, but every time she nearly went to a store to purchase one, she’d wave it off. Nah, it’s fine. I won’t melt. Each time, she neglected to remember how annoying walking around in wet clothes could be — or how her makeup wasn’t waterproof.
Misato’s hearing comes roaring back as the stranger smiled, instinctively returning it. She thinks she caught the gist of what she was saying, but with a pretty smile like that, who wouldn’t tune right in for the rest ?
❛ I know what you mean. ❜ And she does, now that she’s actively listening. Her smile dims; it looks a little worn at the edges. ❛ I’m sure plenty of people have families and lives to go back to, and... Unfinished business... ❜ Herself included. … But even so...
❛ But some people really don’t know how lucky they’ve got it here. ❜
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