[It comes out as a low, fearful mumble. They were already staring at her because of her hair; what would they think after learning she could do something like that? They'll remember her face.
What then?
But her peripherals fill with white and she knows it isn't her hoodie (Seto's hoodie that she tailored for herself), but it carries a similar familiarity and smells like him and it's just nice. She dries her tears on it.]
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[It comes out as a low, fearful mumble. They were already staring at her because of her hair; what would they think after learning she could do something like that? They'll remember her face.
What then?
But her peripherals fill with white and she knows it isn't her hoodie (Seto's hoodie that she tailored for herself), but it carries a similar familiarity and smells like him and it's just nice. She dries her tears on it.]
... S-Sorry, Seto.