[ it actually takes a few moments for his words to fully process. cold dread pools in the pit of her stomach, upon realizing there were so many more factors to this that izumo hadn't yet considered. mingling with the dread is an insurmountable guilt, realizing it's been weeks now, and she hadn't yet thought— didn't even consider to— ]
That can happen?
[ she sits still, frozen for a moment, before suddenly she begins to move, glancing around wildly in search for something.
no subject
That can happen?
[ she sits still, frozen for a moment, before suddenly she begins to move, glancing around wildly in search for something.
paper, pen— ]