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“Lose something?”
The voice came from up on high, its speaker seated upon a low-level building’s room. Bother of her hands were clutching the edge and her feet were lazily swinging to and fro in the wind. Nanami recognized the person below as someone she had spoken to over a month ago. If the other had a good enough memory, she would see that the greenette had traded in her pink and blue kimono for a more detailed purple and black one. It was low-cut enough to reveal some of the scar tissue that graced her chest.
In Nanami’s opinion, she wasn’t all that memorable; she was feeling particularly forgiving at the moment, too. It wouldn’t bother her if the other had difficulty recalling her, what with her being so small, frail-looking, and meek (not the words others back home would have used). Without any Shades haunting the streets for now, things seemed calm enough for some chit-chat.
“You look a little lost, is all. ...Hey. Why were you helping those people down the street a bit ago? Friends of yours?“
