[ The patience is enough of a ground to be wary; Futaba wonders if there's judgement behind the smiling face, because there has to be, really. Nothing else makes sense. Not a lot of people struggle to string a few words together to hold up small talk.
That, or she's somehow managed to hit jackpot by running into an unnaturally kind stranger ( she's not sure which is better ).
A deep breath— ] ... It's not like a robot would have better taste anyway. [ The flight jacket, the shirt, the pants ( because the shorts would have destroyed her in this weather ).
But her lips quirk up, briefly, before the mirror decides to speak up: Well actually, I've been programmed to examine fashion trends from— ]
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That, or she's somehow managed to hit jackpot by running into an unnaturally kind stranger ( she's not sure which is better ).
A deep breath— ] ... It's not like a robot would have better taste anyway. [ The flight jacket, the shirt, the pants ( because the shorts would have destroyed her in this weather ).
But her lips quirk up, briefly, before the mirror decides to speak up: Well actually, I've been programmed to examine fashion trends from— ]