unsure when , the emptiness where they stood soon became a bustling street on a moonlight night , where familiar faces passed in split seconds , too fast to recognize .
the girl does not let go , humming as she leads the other through the crowd
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initially there is surprise , blinking , at being guided by another hand so abruptly. own digits soon wind around that palm in silence — slow albeit willing.
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“ sweet curry stand … ” amethysts descend in thought — not quite recalling anything alike. then gaze back at her , “ we could go look for one if you’d like to. ”
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" mhm ! where is here anyways . .
i wonder if we're too far from a sweet curry stand . . " an exaggerated exhale as she leans on her other side , just as before
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it elicits a knitted brow beneath the indigo veil as hues follow along. all eventually easing into calm , “ well. you are now here , aren’t you ? ”
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" oh ? " , with another tilt of her head .
" my mistake then , i was wandering around and just thought — " a few steps as she circles her , the long ponytail and glittering attire replaced by simple white braids and a schoolgirl attire , " you looked lonely . . "