Visage turns to meet the beholder of such eyes emitting a gaze fixated on his being. Eyes void of emotion stare back at the girl ; shoulders slumped and a single hand is placed in his pocket. A sigh escapes dry lips.
‘ Do you need something ? ’
His voice sounds dully, following the breathe, not too eager for any interactions.
{ ✘♟✘ }
In immediate reaction, eyes flash to lips.
Quaking of head in matter of interruptions be doomed to slight tremor; either in slight surprise, or complete and close-minded arrogance. Although, likely the former. Arrogance was reserved for those who the girl had met upon prior interactions and, perhaps, carried a notion of superiority over.
Likewise, the girl simply means to gaze upon and examine. Nothing more, nothing less. So she does. Whether or not the boy is caused discomfort by it is of no concern to her. Though, it should be.
Life at the academy was definitely a different experience than she remembered— first of all, no one actually went to the seemingly abandoned school that loomed over them constantly to attend classes. In regards to the fact that school was not legitimately in session… she thanked her lucky stars, because she would have done just as terribly here as she had back at her old school, and it was almost embarrassing.
But because there were no classes to go to, she had to occupy her time in different ways, and there were many facilities and places to explore and visit. That was the upside of being new here— merely exploring the entirety of the islands was going to be a task within itself, and one that could occupy her time when she got to the point of boredom.
As she was making her way over to the library (though she had hardly any patience for books, she liked the quiet atmosphere), along the pathway she noticed a very young girl, possibly still a child, curled up by herself on a bench. Should she wake her up? Again, she didn’t know the people here very well, but what if something happened to her for being so vulnerable? The academy lifestyle did involve mutual killings, which were bound to happen at any time… Adjusting her scarf with slender fingers, she stopped next to the individual, reaching out to tap her lightly once, twice, three times on her shoulder.
{ ✘♟✘ }
Being one for light sleeping, the girl is jolted awake by the third touch leaving her to a certainly unwelcome awakening. Compulsory to her nature, a complaint is birthed within her mind, and eyes crack open to be greeted by the solid, wooden bench.
Shoulders riddled with an ache that could be banished by common pain medications raise her level with the top of her resting place, only to give into the haziness and weakness of waking. Her arms simply flop downwards, refusing to hold her weight, and once again she is left to lay on the slab.
Though, that doesn’t mean she won’t turn to the person who caused her awakening in the first place.
Haziness certainly still present in form, the girl shifts to look upon the form of the other. With a lacking in certainty, she stares at another. A girl, no doubt, in school uniform with muffler of red continuity wrapped round her neck. Lilt tilts to frown, and she removes a wave from her consciousness.
Frowning visage mouths words; an obvious, ‘what do you want?’.
