- Mar 13, 2015
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Hopping around was something Mizuko sometimes unconsciously did, and it usually made her look like an adorable airhead. Especially when she moves as if she were hopping from one water puddle from another, despite the day being entirely dry and sunny.
Besides, she was hopping inside, through a not-so-crowded hallway.
Looking and acting weird was the perfect cover while checking out people's thoughts. Most people would look at her with those weirded out or judging looks, and she'd return the stares with a gentle smile. They wouldn't know she was already reading into their heads. Unfortunately, most thoughts she found were not interesting enough, or some of them were too... too disturbing for her to even bear.
And then there was this person that she couldn't read for some reason. He looked pretty timid at first glance. He was definitely not the cheerful and bubbly type like her. She started hopping closer, wondering if she'd get to read his thoughts if she covered their distance. But it didn't work.
Maybe he was on guard? Or maybe he was just not thinking of anything at the moment?
"Hey," she greeted, even before she can think twice of doing so. She was looking straight at his face, her curiosity painted all over her own. "Are you okay? What are you doing?" she asked. Her Japanese-European-English accent escaped her tongue.
@"Tanau"
Besides, she was hopping inside, through a not-so-crowded hallway.
Looking and acting weird was the perfect cover while checking out people's thoughts. Most people would look at her with those weirded out or judging looks, and she'd return the stares with a gentle smile. They wouldn't know she was already reading into their heads. Unfortunately, most thoughts she found were not interesting enough, or some of them were too... too disturbing for her to even bear.
And then there was this person that she couldn't read for some reason. He looked pretty timid at first glance. He was definitely not the cheerful and bubbly type like her. She started hopping closer, wondering if she'd get to read his thoughts if she covered their distance. But it didn't work.
Maybe he was on guard? Or maybe he was just not thinking of anything at the moment?
"Hey," she greeted, even before she can think twice of doing so. She was looking straight at his face, her curiosity painted all over her own. "Are you okay? What are you doing?" she asked. Her Japanese-European-English accent escaped her tongue.
@"Tanau"