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She lets out a small laugh, lightly touching her lip once more. The cut was already healed over as if nothing had ever happened, any evidence of Midori being in the fight was gone. With that, she got up from the curb, dusting any dirt off from her pants. ❝Well, you know how some people are. One little mistake on their order and all hell breaks loose. People these days, right?❞

( eira let her have the moment she needed to recover from the initial shock of having someone put their voice in your head, rather than your ears. she was always patient with this part of the process, the shock, the questions, because she understood that it was necessary. she’d like the same respect to her if the roles were switched. she was just glad for both the others and herself that it was a one way street of send, and not receive. sharing minds would just be overwhelming and eira had enough of that emotion to last a lifetime. )

                          i don’t mind! how i understand it is it’s telepathy. i can’t talk,                          and so my brain lets me send what i want to say to someones                          head. i don’t exactly know how or why it works though. what do                          you call the paint thing you do?

     ( now it was eira’s turn to be stunned for a moment, given that most      people didn’t take the leap from telepathic girl to telepathic dead girl,      even if it was the case and even if she did give all the clues. people saw      what they wanted to see and while most were ready to believe in mutant      genetics, rarely spirits. but after the shock she smiles. )

          she listened ( was is still listening if the voice was already in your head? )           to the young girl explain her situation. in an odd way it was comforting,           meeting someone else with interesting powers. whether this stranger was           a conduit or not, midori wasn't too sure but nonetheless, it felt nice knowing           that there were other 'different' people out there. when asked about her powers           she glanced between her hands and the small doodles she'd done on the ads.           there wasn't a cool name for paint manipulation -- at least she hadn't thought of one.

          ❝ there isn't really a name for it. but i can just control paint, to put it simply. ❞

          it wasn't as cool as telepathy but then again it must get tiresome only being able to           communicate that way. but this girl seemed to be taking it in stride so maybe she           could take a few hints from her. however, hearing that other girl is basically a ghost           was... well more interesting? it would certainly explain the telepathy but it was still           hard for midori to believe that she was a ghost.

  (  the redhead grumbled, obviously unhappy with the loss of the embrace.  )

          there's another smile, lightly running her hand               through the other's hair before pulling her off the couch.

    ( the redhead made a little noise of discontent ; burying herself into the        younger female once again & not willing to move away just yet. )

          fighting the urge to cough through the stench, Midori                scrunched up her nose and slowly pried the other off her.