[ Trucy's trying her best to be polite to everyone because she really doesn't want to get on anyone's bad side here; but really, this is extremely frustrating. She's got so many pamphlets at this point she's looking for a trashcan to just dump half of them in. This is getting real old, real fast. She just wants to find her friends and get out of here.
She's just about to ask someone else, even as they try to brush her off, when something catches her eye -- or rather, someone; even with the changes, she knows exactly who that is. No one else in the world could possibly gel their hair to perfection like that. Suddenly, all of the stupid little pamphlets are shoved into someone else's arms, who makes sure he comments about how rude that was; but she pays him no mind.
Changes... she's seen a few people, or rather, 'monsters', talked to them... but to see someone she's known for almost two years now going through those changes? It makes this real. But... she'd just seen him. He didn't look like that at all as she'd met up with the aforementioned trio in the courthouse after being let out of the Space Center.
She wants to yell for him and wave her arms, and the urge is right there... but she doesn't. Instead, she'll just try to casually cross the street and into the shadows. She follows him for a moment because... did... did he get a little shorter? -- no, Trucy, stay on track; before she places a gentle hand on his arm, away from those spikes, of course. ]
...Polly? [ It's not really a question... she just wants confirmation before she tries to hug him or something. ]
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She's just about to ask someone else, even as they try to brush her off, when something catches her eye -- or rather, someone; even with the changes, she knows exactly who that is. No one else in the world could possibly gel their hair to perfection like that. Suddenly, all of the stupid little pamphlets are shoved into someone else's arms, who makes sure he comments about how rude that was; but she pays him no mind.
Changes... she's seen a few people, or rather, 'monsters', talked to them... but to see someone she's known for almost two years now going through those changes? It makes this real. But... she'd just seen him. He didn't look like that at all as she'd met up with the aforementioned trio in the courthouse after being let out of the Space Center.
She wants to yell for him and wave her arms, and the urge is right there... but she doesn't. Instead, she'll just try to casually cross the street and into the shadows. She follows him for a moment because... did... did he get a little shorter? -- no, Trucy, stay on track; before she places a gentle hand on his arm, away from those spikes, of course. ]
...Polly? [ It's not really a question... she just wants confirmation before she tries to hug him or something. ]