[She feels something on her head that isn't Mista's hand--she knows it's not his hand because suddenly he's lifting her, and her eyes widen with alarm, and she doesn't have to say out loud that he shouldn't be lifting her up like this when he's hurt! But she's not in much of a state to argue. She just does her part by trying not to wiggle around too much so as not to agitate his injuries. From the corner of her eye, she sees motion--a skittering shadow, and Mista's Stands.
(That must be what's on her head. They're awfully cute.)
She presses her lips together and focuses on his words instead of the knowledge of the imminent aberrations or the stinging pain in her throat and neck. As her focus narrows, the clarity of the clubroom sharpens, making it easier to see the path to the hall. The music plays on, ethereal, but skipping and distorting when Sayori's mind drifts to the negative.
Again, she tries to reference the newbie pamphlet, but she has to admit she didn't retain all the details of the other classes' capabilities. She remembers it vaguely.] It's magic you can do, right?
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(That must be what's on her head. They're awfully cute.)
She presses her lips together and focuses on his words instead of the knowledge of the imminent aberrations or the stinging pain in her throat and neck. As her focus narrows, the clarity of the clubroom sharpens, making it easier to see the path to the hall. The music plays on, ethereal, but skipping and distorting when Sayori's mind drifts to the negative.
Again, she tries to reference the newbie pamphlet, but she has to admit she didn't retain all the details of the other classes' capabilities. She remembers it vaguely.] It's magic you can do, right?