[ shiki's head is still reeling. everything had been so intense back there -- back in shibuya -- that things here seem eerily calm as a result, at least for now. she's somehow been thrust into a life here that she doesn't entirely understand; a life of hiding, and right now, the only thing she knows is that she can't go back.
these people need her help, and everyone else's who've been transported here along with her. but why her? what could she possibly do...?
she's able to keep mr. mew, at least; that much she understands. she'll be training with him, and of course she's holding him in her arms when she catches a whiff of those cookies and riku's baskets beside them.
... she's actually paying them more attention than she is him, for now; but that's easily subject to change. ]
Omigosh... [I don't think I noticed how hungry I've been...]
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these people need her help, and everyone else's who've been transported here along with her. but why her? what could she possibly do...?
she's able to keep mr. mew, at least; that much she understands. she'll be training with him, and of course she's holding him in her arms when she catches a whiff of those cookies and riku's baskets beside them.
... she's actually paying them more attention than she is him, for now; but that's easily subject to change. ]
Omigosh... [I don't think I noticed how hungry I've been...]