[ eyelashes flutter as she eyes the person before her
attentively, patiently waiting until they realize they’re sitting
on her favorite book that she had left there purposely so
no one would sit there once she got back. with a sigh, maka
will simply cross her arms over her chest and clear her throat. ]
“you’re kind of sitting on my favorite book.”
[ sometimes maka just needs to be alone, to think
a little about things. – because it seems like nowadays
things are happening too damn fast and she still hasn’t
seemed to reach her goal as a technician and maybe that’s
her fault for being so careless all the time. silence filled the
air, that is, until it was corrupted by someone stepping on
a branch. she figured it was one of her colleagues. ]
“ ugh, —-
i really don’t want to talk right now.”
[ that is until she looks back and realizes it’s not
anyone she knows and feels like a complete idiot. ]