*due to the layout of the middle corridor, hiding away to gather their bearings is less feasable than they'd like.
*all that's left do is walk up, hand over the peace offering, say a few things, and leave—hoping that was enough to get this cruel tug of the heartstrings over with.
' '...
greetings, pardon my intrusion.' '
@an-aspiring-star // heeeey. hi.
| * The Middle apprentice had been lazing around on her sofa for quite a while now, having taken a break from whatever it was she was doing to stare at her phone instead. Loud audio snippets from what was presumably a fixer show blared from the device's speakers, Kira seemingly unbothered by the sound. | * This quickly comes to a halt, however, as familiar footsteps made a presence known in her room. The apprentice sighs, a grin already on her face as she draws her gaze away from her phone and towards-
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| * -... | * Something wasnt quite right with her head. Kira blinks hard and flinches, a hand instinctively reatching up to clutch at the side of her noggin. Slight disorientation slowly sets in as she desperately tried to recall what she was thinking about just seconds prior, finding only a gap in its place. No matter how many times she tried to retrace what had captivated her attention mere moments ago enough to put a halt to her earlier marathon, twisting and bashing at her brain, she simply couldn't make out the shape of the hole torn through her memory. | * A strange sensation of dread whos source she can't exactly pinpoint settles in her chest.
| * Aggravation already clear as day on her face, she turns back to the.. unfamiliar sight in her room. Something about how they looked only served to worsen this feeling. When had someone snuck into her room...?? She looks them up and down, giving them an inimical glare before speaking.
..'nd who the hell 're you, bruh. 'M lwkey gettin' sick of randos creeping up 2 me.
