Two firm knocks signal their arrival.
Shirokun opens the door without any real care for permissions, standing awkwardly in the doorway like a toddler.
They don't look much like Vessel. They're taller, visibly more disheveled, slightly more grayish hair, and they have green-blue eyes. And they carry the scent of cigarette smoke with them.
..morning. I couldn't text, but the visiting hours are open. My car is somewhat near the dorms.
The glance at the pink ribbon fastened at Eleven's tail, but they don't say anything.
'M pretty sure that the Academy wouldn't mind if you miss a little training, would they?
~ @thebrightestvessel (//technically.)
*Eleven stared at the Vessel sound-alike with wide, empty eyes. She looked like shit. Yesterday's makeup was smudged and tracked across her face, her hair a mess. She was wearing some shitty, hole-littered tee that she didnât remember owning with an equally abused pair of pants. The pink ribbon tied around her tail was still there, the bow now halfway undone and uneven. She barely looked like she even went to Tracen, let alone looking like a racer.*
They wouldnât even notice that I left.
*Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet, like someone had sucked the vibrance from her. She wasnât convinced that it was a partial lie. Even if logically, she should know that her trainer will end up calling her to ask where she is. She followed Shirokun, eyes locked on the floor.*
*Her ears flicked around at any noise that couldâve been Vesselâs, like she was willing the uma to her side.*
