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Oil gave a small nod, giving a quick glance downwards before she sat. Making sure she could reach, she leaned over and used a strap to pull her bag closer before lifting it into her lap. Hugging it to her chest.
"You live a long time, you learn to read people?" She offered, it made sense to her at the very lease. A small smile appeared on her face at the poof, she found it quite silly. As his name was said-confirming he was a he- she gave a respectful nod "Oil, it's nice to meet you. I. . .fear I may have royally messed up and help would be really nice. I don't know. I don't know how to fix it."
She was fine right? Right? Yeah totally fine Totally Fine
Nothing to be concerned about, just a girl wandering up and down some dock area, muttering to herself.
Totally fine.
Oil groaned loudly, stopping in place as her head fell back to stare up. At the smoggy sky.
She was really missing the stars.
Her folly-as she had so lovingly named it- sat in pieces in her bag. Which was in eyeview propped up against some crates. Unzipped with her blue hoodie half-hanging out of it. She was keeping an close eye. Didn't want anyone running off with her stuff.
She'd spent the day wandering about, trying to find somewhere familiar in a sea of buildings and people that she simply didn't know. A junk shop in place of the jewellry store, a broken and smashed storefront where she knew to be a resturant.
And of course, she just happened to fling herself back to when her usual haunt just happened to be a functioning factory! So she couldn't even kid herself into believing this was all a bad dream.
"Should have listened. Didn't. Bloody stupid girl" she cursed, a fisted hand slamming into her thigh in annoyance, the pain a relief for the moment before her emotions became a messed up clump again.
A noise caught her attention and she gave her attention in the direction it came from, her eyes starting to change into a bright shimmer purple as her heart began to pound.
Gun hidden under her shirt, back holster.
She narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat
"If you are gonna be a creep. May as well own it!"
To say Oil was surprised by the physical appearence of this person would be an understatement, she had not been expecting a yordle. Why? She wasn't sure.
Yordles tended to be okay Safe Right?
The apology did seem to calm her slightly as she gave a small nod, her eyes halting their glow, dimming back to blue.
"You and yours do tend to be excellent at sneaking" She agreed, arms crossing loosely over her chest. Even accidentally it would seem. The way he-she was assuming it was a he- spoke reminded her of her cousin, well-spoken. It helped put her at ease. At his question, she swallowed heavily "Is. . .is it that obvious?"
She was fine right? Right? Yeah totally fine Totally Fine
Nothing to be concerned about, just a girl wandering up and down some dock area, muttering to herself.
Totally fine.
Oil groaned loudly, stopping in place as her head fell back to stare up. At the smoggy sky.
She was really missing the stars.
Her folly-as she had so lovingly named it- sat in pieces in her bag. Which was in eyeview propped up against some crates. Unzipped with her blue hoodie half-hanging out of it. She was keeping an close eye. Didn't want anyone running off with her stuff.
She'd spent the day wandering about, trying to find somewhere familiar in a sea of buildings and people that she simply didn't know. A junk shop in place of the jewellry store, a broken and smashed storefront where she knew to be a resturant.
And of course, she just happened to fling herself back to when her usual haunt just happened to be a functioning factory! So she couldn't even kid herself into believing this was all a bad dream.
"Should have listened. Didn't. Bloody stupid girl" she cursed, a fisted hand slamming into her thigh in annoyance, the pain a relief for the moment before her emotions became a messed up clump again.
A noise caught her attention and she gave her attention in the direction it came from, her eyes starting to change into a bright shimmer purple as her heart began to pound.
Gun hidden under her shirt, back holster.
She narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat
"If you are gonna be a creep. May as well own it!"