[She huffed when she was stopped from sticking her tongue out at the passerbys glaring at them, crossing her arms and furrowing her brows.]
Well maybe people should learn not to stare at others, what are they, twelve?
[She muttered to more herself than she spoke to Abbacchio, but stopped pouting when he began talking about some fog person calling herself a god. Wack. She hummed in thought as she thought what he said over, tilting her head slightly.]
[She hadn't had time to really process a lot, but now that she was walking and not lost - okay, she was technically still lost, but at least she had direction now - she could actually think about stuff without being constantly on the verge of a sensory overload. She recognized that accent, even it took her a metric eternity to put two and two together.
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Well maybe people should learn not to stare at others, what are they, twelve?
[She muttered to more herself than she spoke to Abbacchio, but stopped pouting when he began talking about some fog person calling herself a god. Wack. She hummed in thought as she thought what he said over, tilting her head slightly.]
[She hadn't had time to really process a lot, but now that she was walking and not lost - okay, she was technically still lost, but at least she had direction now - she could actually think about stuff without being constantly on the verge of a sensory overload. She recognized that accent, even it took her a metric eternity to put two and two together.
You're Italian, aren't you?