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“Who is there?” Lia asked while seeing a figure.

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“Who is there?” Lia asked while seeing a figure.

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“Hey.... Uh sorry to bother you and what not but... Can you show me somewhere that sells food at all...?” Que a loud empty stomach rumbling.
A click of her tongue - a jut of her hip.
“Tsk, tsk,” she pretended to scold with a brow arching over one dark eye. “Careful, little girl. Wouldn’t want someone to mistake you for a grimm sneakin’ around out here, now would we?”
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“Holy shi- It seems I’m not in Kansas anymore.”
“ . . . you’re joking. there’s no way you’re half grimm. that’s not possible. ”
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crumbling structures surround her in the white-coloured world she stands in, casting deep red shadows across the ground. she’s used to this sight, perhaps too used to seeing the blinding whites and contrasting reds of the dream world she stands in. sharp eyes turn to the black-haired figure sat a short ways away from where she stands.
herself.
this is familiar. the self that sits before her is never the one to speak out, not moving lest another trapped in this world- her mind- moves to attract her attention. seems as though it’s her turn this time, though.
she’s impatient, always has been, and always speaks immediately upon facing her other self- this time, though, something compels her to pause, to see what the woman before her intends to do.
she waits.