[she's down on her knees getting her hands dirty, and though she didn't have the foresight to tie her hair back, there's at least an inconspicuous pair of bobby pins keeping it out of her face on either side. it does mean her face is dirty and sweaty, but she doesn't mind. that's a new sensation, being poked in the back like that, so she jerks her head up and grimaces—before she hears the voice.]
Yo, Nanashi. [it takes her a second to push herself back up to her feet and turn around, but other than the way she clearly looks like she's been working, she seems pleasant. concerned, in fact, as she looks at the crutch.]
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Yo, Nanashi. [it takes her a second to push herself back up to her feet and turn around, but other than the way she clearly looks like she's been working, she seems pleasant. concerned, in fact, as she looks at the crutch.]
You doing okay?