[On the same side of the river, Lys pokes her head around the side of a particularly large and craggy rock, distracted from her own reflection by the sudden noise. Glossy blue-black feathers trace the sweep of her jawline on the left side of her thin face, trailing down her throat to disappear under her clothes. On the right side, however, they seem to have been violently pulled out by the handful, leaving behind jagged tears in the skin beneath.]
When did what? [No sarcasm or disbelief here; she's honestly asking, slow to grasp what Akko might be referring to.] Oh, your ears? Uh....probably since you started dreaming all this. Or I started.
[A helpless sort of shrug, with an awkward grin to match. As though she wasn't bleeding and they both weren't sporting animal features.]
ii, blame my cat for posting that last tag-in prematurely lsdfs
When did what? [No sarcasm or disbelief here; she's honestly asking, slow to grasp what Akko might be referring to.] Oh, your ears? Uh....probably since you started dreaming all this. Or I started.
[A helpless sort of shrug, with an awkward grin to match. As though she wasn't bleeding and they both weren't sporting animal features.]
Weird, huh?