[ More like shoulder to head, with the height difference they have going. Or like, her shoulder to his waist. Basically: that was enough to knock her over, you jerk
But luckily, it doesn't — it should have, considering how completely distracted she is by the objects in her hand, but apparently she's gotten a tiny bit sturdier since ... since. Enough to at least freeze in place when something nearly knocks her balance up, eyes wide ( and frightened ) as someone practically twice her height seems to raise his hand ( oh god, oh god— )
And apologize. But with the apology comes the chatter, and then the realization that she's definitely not as along as she thought it'd be. She might be braver about crowds, but this is quickly reaching a limit she has yet to break. Or whatever. The point is: ]
Um— [ The pause terrifies her. Something about the way that he's looking is absolutely making her mind blank and her muscles tense. ] I— [ Wait for it, in 3, 2, 1—
Where Futaba bristles visibly before she begins to back away. Sorry Richie, this was all a Lot. ]
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But luckily, it doesn't — it should have, considering how completely distracted she is by the objects in her hand, but apparently she's gotten a tiny bit sturdier since ... since. Enough to at least freeze in place when something nearly knocks her balance up, eyes wide ( and frightened ) as someone practically twice her height seems to raise his hand ( oh god, oh god— )
And apologize. But with the apology comes the chatter, and then the realization that she's definitely not as along as she thought it'd be. She might be braver about crowds, but this is quickly reaching a limit she has yet to break. Or whatever. The point is: ]
Um— [ The pause terrifies her. Something about the way that he's looking is absolutely making her mind blank and her muscles tense. ] I— [ Wait for it, in 3, 2, 1—
Where Futaba bristles visibly before she begins to back away. Sorry Richie, this was all a Lot. ]