her greeting smile is weak, pulling more to one side than the other, and doesn't travel far into her cheeks. she doesn't wave, or call out his name as she approaches; ruka simply takes the saved seat, and the saved space, in as quiet arrival as possible.
she may not be sneaking, but that's only a matter of posture. the last thing she wants is to draw attention to herself right now...
her reasons may not be so clear, but the tension remains visible in her face. dark circles remain under her eye—her signature eye patch covers too much of that side to tell if the marker of sleeplessness resides on that cheek as well—and her face looks thin.
even pulling out the chair, her shoulders are as straight as a curtain rod, from which the rest of her hangs suspended like wooden blinds. ]
I'm a little surprised [ her voice is quiet, and dull. ] I almost thought the room would be flooded.
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her greeting smile is weak, pulling more to one side than the other, and doesn't travel far into her cheeks. she doesn't wave, or call out his name as she approaches; ruka simply takes the saved seat, and the saved space, in as quiet arrival as possible.
she may not be sneaking, but that's only a matter of posture. the last thing she wants is to draw attention to herself right now...
her reasons may not be so clear, but the tension remains visible in her face. dark circles remain under her eye—her signature eye patch covers too much of that side to tell if the marker of sleeplessness resides on that cheek as well—and her face looks thin.
even pulling out the chair, her shoulders are as straight as a curtain rod, from which the rest of her hangs suspended like wooden blinds. ]
I'm a little surprised [ her voice is quiet, and dull. ] I almost thought the room would be flooded.