[ There’s an ounce of comfort that helps the grip on her lungs ease; the sound of additional footsteps slowly easing away earning a small sigh of relief. Waiting patiently and subconsciously trying to close her eyes even tighter — somehow. It really just makes her have an ugly face that’s a mix of fear and disgust.
When the voice returns, closer, and a presence near her, Waka lifts her hand from the dirt to find her glasses. Dirt under her nails, but she’s more than eager to stare at the ground like she’s found the answer to all her questions once she slides them into her face. ]
Ah, thanks! I can’t tell ya how much I appreciate the help. The vomits all down, woohoo!!
[ Pumping her fist into the air, Waka smiles brightly. ]
But, uh… huh. I’m pretty sure I ain’t supposed to be here. Wherever here is. [ She’s quick to rise to her feet, dusting off any remaining dirt off her jeans. ] Do I just jump back into the hole I was in to make my way back, mister? I’m really not tryin’ get in trouble bein’ late for curfew.
[Seeing her face etched in fear is... well, maybe he actually hasn't seen such an expression on himself before, but he's sure that he's had a similar look when his own glasses were knocked off his face. Hasn't happened in ages, but he still remembers that fear of destroying things around him, hurting people, and he almost subconsciously presses his shades against his face, like making sure that it's really there. It really fucking sucks, huh?
So, it's nice to see it immediately disappear when she slides her glasses back on and whoa okay-- she's really happy. Well, guess he got the right one, huh? He lightly chuckles, the laugh leaving him with a small if genuine smile. Look, he's not going to make a big deal of this.]
Hey, no problem but jesus, don't call me 'mister,' it's Scott. [He answers as he rises to his feet as well, posture lax now that glasses are found and everything. There's still that curiosity pressing on Scott to ask her about her 'condition,' but he decides to push that down for the time being.]
And no, don't jump back in the dirt, the only thing that you'll fall into is crushed dreams and disappointment.
The glasses are dark, anyone unfamiliar would assume that she couldn't see anything at all behind them. But fortunately it's only a tint on her side, while the rest of the world can't so much as make hint of her eye color or the shape of her irises -- fortunately. ]
Sco... Scott? Hey... Hey! That sounds super American! You're American? Or maybe somewhere else overseas? 's cool! [ And then there's a brief pause, a sudden assumption: ] Am I in America?
[ She sounds a little scared, but don't worry... it's only because she does not know English. Yes it will take her like three more tags until she realizes there's no language barrier. ]
[Seeing her with those shades... it's kind of weird being on the opposite end of that. He knows that people can't see his eyes at all through his sunglasses, even that he can fully see them-- just in various shades of red. The ruby quartz just functions like that-- or Professor McCoy just designed it as such, he doesn't know. He didn't really ask that many questions when he first got his glasses.
Still, this is new. It's not disconcerting having this happen to him now, but just kind of odd.]
Uh, yeah? I'm from America. [He slowly answers amongst her barrage of questions. If Scott could take a guess, he'd assume she's... Japanese? Probably.] But sorry to disappoint, you're not in the land of the free and home of the brave. You would've seen an eagle fly by if it was.
[He's not serious at all, but it may be hard to tell.]
[ She's being serious. But maybe she's not, though she eases out of her enthusiasm as she notices the initial crowd is just hovering somewhere in the background. While she can't tell what they're saying, the constant wander of eyes and hushed whispers makes her breathe a small sigh. ]
Can ya show me around a bit? If you're not busy -- I feel like if I don't find something to do soon I'll get messy.
[ messy = violent, but he can guess that on his own ]
[Man, he's going to have start charging people for being the unofficial tour guide around here. It sounds like something Kotone would be interested in, honestly, but man he's not that sociable okay. He just managed to be here at the wrong time-- right time, whatever. And he's not just going to leave her alone to deal with all this new crap, especially with the locals still whispering.
Yeah, change of pace sounds great to him. Screw those guys.
So, with a grin that's only just a little forced, a confidence that isn't fully natural right now, but isn't entirely odd on his person either.]
Yeah, sure. I'm actually getting hungry-- up for a sandwich?
[Besides, he is pretty interested about her glasses and stuff.]
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When the voice returns, closer, and a presence near her, Waka lifts her hand from the dirt to find her glasses. Dirt under her nails, but she’s more than eager to stare at the ground like she’s found the answer to all her questions once she slides them into her face. ]
Ah, thanks! I can’t tell ya how much I appreciate the help. The vomits all down, woohoo!!
[ Pumping her fist into the air, Waka smiles brightly. ]
But, uh… huh. I’m pretty sure I ain’t supposed to be here. Wherever here is. [ She’s quick to rise to her feet, dusting off any remaining dirt off her jeans. ] Do I just jump back into the hole I was in to make my way back, mister? I’m really not tryin’ get in trouble bein’ late for curfew.
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So, it's nice to see it immediately disappear when she slides her glasses back on and whoa okay-- she's really happy. Well, guess he got the right one, huh? He lightly chuckles, the laugh leaving him with a small if genuine smile. Look, he's not going to make a big deal of this.]
Hey, no problem but jesus, don't call me 'mister,' it's Scott. [He answers as he rises to his feet as well, posture lax now that glasses are found and everything. There's still that curiosity pressing on Scott to ask her about her 'condition,' but he decides to push that down for the time being.]
And no, don't jump back in the dirt, the only thing that you'll fall into is crushed dreams and disappointment.
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The glasses are dark, anyone unfamiliar would assume that she couldn't see anything at all behind them. But fortunately it's only a tint on her side, while the rest of the world can't so much as make hint of her eye color or the shape of her irises -- fortunately. ]
Sco... Scott? Hey... Hey! That sounds super American! You're American? Or maybe somewhere else overseas? 's cool! [ And then there's a brief pause, a sudden assumption: ] Am I in America?
[ She sounds a little scared, but don't worry... it's only because she does not know English. Yes it will take her like three more tags until she realizes there's no language barrier. ]
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Still, this is new. It's not disconcerting having this happen to him now, but just kind of odd.]
Uh, yeah? I'm from America. [He slowly answers amongst her barrage of questions. If Scott could take a guess, he'd assume she's... Japanese? Probably.] But sorry to disappoint, you're not in the land of the free and home of the brave. You would've seen an eagle fly by if it was.
[He's not serious at all, but it may be hard to tell.]
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[ She's being serious. But maybe she's not, though she eases out of her enthusiasm as she notices the initial crowd is just hovering somewhere in the background. While she can't tell what they're saying, the constant wander of eyes and hushed whispers makes her breathe a small sigh. ]
Can ya show me around a bit? If you're not busy -- I feel like if I don't find something to do soon I'll get messy.
[ messy = violent, but he can guess that on his own ]
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Yeah, change of pace sounds great to him. Screw those guys.
So, with a grin that's only just a little forced, a confidence that isn't fully natural right now, but isn't entirely odd on his person either.]
Yeah, sure. I'm actually getting hungry-- up for a sandwich?
[Besides, he is pretty interested about her glasses and stuff.]