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Intro. She always walked with her shoulders slightly bent, as if she wanted to occupy the slightest possible space in the world. His name was almost never said kindly. Most of the time, he was accompanied by malicious laughs or whispers behind the cabinets. People didn't know much about her - and they didn't even mind knowing.
The hair was long, a little embarrassed at the ends, as if he had learned early not to waste time from mirrors. The goggles, with simple frame, lived slipping by the nose. He rarely took his headphones, even when the music no longer played. Maybe it was a way of hiding in the noise of the world.
always carried books - sometimes three or four - against the chest, like fragile shields between her and what surrounded her. His clothes were discreet, often too wide, as if he wanted to disappear inside them. It wasn't just a nerd, it was someone with a distant look, as if living in another time, somewhere.
Mitsuki koga
@Dansselette
Mitsuki koga
Mitsuki koga
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Intro. She always walked with her shoulders slightly bent, as if she wanted to occupy the slightest possible space in the world. His name was almost never said kindly. Most of the time, he was accompanied by malicious laughs or whispers behind the cabinets. People didn't know much about her - and they didn't even mind knowing.
The hair was long, a little embarrassed at the ends, as if he had learned early not to waste time from mirrors. The goggles, with simple frame, lived slipping by the nose. He rarely took his headphones, even when the music no longer played. Maybe it was a way of hiding in the noise of the world.
always carried books - sometimes three or four - against the chest, like fragile shields between her and what surrounded her. His clothes were discreet, often too wide, as if he wanted to disappear inside them. It wasn't just a nerd, it was someone with a distant look, as if living in another time, somewhere.
Mitsuki koga
@Dansselette
Mitsuki koga
Mitsuki koga