What a scare, because it made her flinch instantly; eyes widen slightly for a moment before glancing. Good grief, this kwami is a handful.
β Uh.. not really? How much did you saw? β
just then, an awkward laugh following.
β Just fine, actually! I've had worse luck- many times being falling on my face. This is nothing. β
Mother like daughter, it seems. *π§
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β Gahβ! β
With her conversation being cut short with the kwami that hid in her pouch with the cheese in question, she nearly stumbles but catches her balance. A little bit of a rare luck on her end, and she sighed with relief. Then she looks up at who collided into her+
Incoming large man not paying attention staring at his phone.
βDonβt leave me on read!β He exclaims to himself before colliding with the girl.
He stands tall, looking down at her.
βAh, lo siento!β
A panicked look in his eyes, he offers a hand.
βAre you hurt?β
Iβm partial to gracias,
but I accept thank you.
What can I say except,
Youβre welcome.
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Son of Luisa Madrigal
[cr: montyiskidkrow]
Immediately, Emma freezes and she's quickly closing her pouch as the kwami ducks back in. The blonde is already straightening herself, and she's forcing herself to form a sheepish smile.
β Uh... heh. Myself! I do that alot. Weird, I know. I thought I dropped something. β
He raises a brow as the girl walks by, something extrasensory in his brain drawing his attention to her pouch.
βExcuse me, Blondie. Just who are you talking to?β