#mxleured

She’s been here for several minutes already, listening in silence from a respectable distance, taking notice of how this man hit every note, how he made his transitions, all those little technical details she’d been school to notice back home. To her trained ear his music didn’t sound as polished as she was used to, but she was in no position to give any criticism. Nor did she want to.

When he’d finished his set, she reached into her expensive designer purse and pulled out a handful of bills, carelessly, as payment for the street performer. It’s definitely more than the average person would give.

It’s been a few weeks since the pair have ran into one another, so it was really nice to finally see how he was doing. He already looked a lot better than the last time she saw him, which had to have been when she was showing him the spare room over the flower shop.

“How have things been? Hopefully well!” Leia nodded, giving Raven a large smile while petting the overly affectionate St. Bernard Daisy, who was currently leaning against her.

Chiaki had figured he might be; after all, he wasn’t wearing either the Primary Course’s or the Reserve Course’s uniform. She didn’t want to assume he hadn’t meant to be there though. The Primary Course campus could be a bit confusing to newcomers; she had certainly appreciated the map she got at the entrance ceremony, though she would’ve eventually figured out the pattern easier than most. Not to mention the entire school grounds contained two separate campuses. But.... he had said he couldn’t make out where he was.

                                         ・゜゜・　umi　・゜゜・．

          The brawl had ended only minutes ago, but the scene was already cleared of heroes and villains; the only remaining people on the ground were first responders and reporters. Umi was one of the latter. Narrowed eyes scanned the busy street and the damage caused by the fight – debris littered the road and pathways, a hazard to walk through. It was easy to imagine the power involved in this fight, the strength of the quirks used.

          Most of the journalists crowded around the police, demanding answers to questions the emergency force probably didn’t have yet. Her approach had always been different. Bystanders were the best people to ask, in her opinion — listening to multiple accounts of the scene would help to build a story so that when it came to speaking to the first responders, she had more information than the other journalists.

          Her eyes settled on a young man lingering by an alley nearby, free from anyone harassing him for answers. Umi approached him slowly, a casual stride to her step to mask her true purpose. She came to a stop nearby and turned her gaze to the crime scene, bordered off with police tape. 

mxleured said: ✼☰☕♫

✼ - Do you think the character/characters you role play as reflect who you are? 

Just bits and pieces of myself. I think Midnight is somewhat closer, but she’s more on the analytical side than me. She share more of my negative traits. Rena takes after my stubborness. Medea is all of my salt. 

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun!

I’m very observant, so easy for me to figure people or read the room. It’s love/hate thing I got for it though. Sometimes, I know things but I choose to ignore to not hurt anyone’s feelings. 

☕  - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

Both. Definitely both.

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?

    “I’m pretty sure I saw it fall out of your pocket, but I could be wrong.” Tenshi rubs the back of his neck. “Ah? If you need some help translating, I can help you.”