“KAZUMA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The wail loosed by the tiny blue haired girl was beyond pathetic and loud enough to hurt the ears of any unlucky enough to be too close. She didn’t seem to mind that people were staring at her, likely somewhat horrified, or that the ground she was laying on was likely incredibly filthy.
Aqua also didn’t seem to care about how the person whose leg she decided to grab might feel, wide tear-filled blue eyes staring up at them. There weren’t any words, really, just a sad, sad stare, looking more like a lost puppy than any sort of goddess.












