PRACTICALLY SPEAKING, she should have set them down in the apartment. when transported to an alien world and without a clue of how to proceed, the last thing someone should rationally do is carry around a bag filled with leeks.
unfortunately, miku is neither practical ( ever ) nor fully rational right now. breath is quickened as she steps through the streets of the city, eyes wide with fear, head darting this way and that—and whap, one of her twintails smacks a stranger straight in the face as she passes them. if even possible, this sends her even further into a panic.
“i-i’m very sorry! are you o—”
in her hurry to spin back around and offer an apologetic bow, she proceeds to spill the entire contents of her leek bag on the ground, right at the feet of the stranger. miku freezes.
and for a long, silent moment, she just stares at the veggies now littering the ground, lower lip wobbling ever so slightly. nothing is going right so far, and she just wants to wake up from this dream already—robots shouldn’t even be able to dream.
@resplendanced
