#invicxus

    With one extremity carefully positioned behind her back -     completely out of sight so as to fully conceal crossed digits     serving to summon forth a rare moment blessed by favorable     fortune, genuine hope glisters from within vigilant optics     that practically shimmer beneath warm lights shining with     a radiance capable of setting the tone for significant galas.     Yes, the timing is certainly unfortunate, but perhaps the     taller individual will prove to have a more flexible schedule     than the erudite one currently believes her to maintain. 

"Well? What'd ya say we leave this life of huntress and hunter and become a traveling dance group instead?"

"Pyrrha?" He asks curiously as his hand gently reaches up and rubs at the back of his neck. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

Grrrummbble... Noboru's stomach moaned loudly as he sat upon a grungy, old public bench. Surely enough it was his own fault for skipping out on breakfast, but his palette couldn’t settle right just yet. Even though his new parents had been polite enough to offer him a meal, he couldn't find it in himself to sit down with the likes of strangers and get comfortable enough to eat their food. Let's face it--it was difficult to save face when he knew he was so homesick already. He missed his real mother's cooking, and eating out with his old peers he had left behind at his hometown… Come to think of it, he really was virtually on his own in this respect, wasn't he? How miserable, starting from scratch again.. But all of that seemed so far away now, Noboru seeing no point in sweating over such unimportant memories, wearily staring at nothing in particular as time continued at a standstill. Grrrumble.. ”Hungry…” Was there a burger place anywhere near by..? Anything would do really...

It would seem as though the poor young man has gotten his blade lodged within the back of an Ursa and is hanging on for his dear life. She should probably help him out. Maybe.