Post by Luka Kurokawa on Jan 8, 2014 15:50:05 GMT -5
Certainly Luka had brought some good ideas to the table. Surely Akira would now discuss how they would incorporate them, right? Her eyes followed his left hand as he raised it then put it to his cheek. Watching him pinch his cheek and pull on the flesh caused Luka's eyes to squint. She let out a quiet, slightly pained groan as she watched it happen. That didn't look all that pleasant. Why would he do that? He was acting strangely now for some reason. Luka was ready to ignore the act he had just displayed to her when he decided to try a new tactic. Her eyes widened as Akira bashed his head into the desk.W-Wait! She instinctively rose from her chair slightly as the event unfolded.
Waitwaitwaitwait. Falling back in her chair she covered her eyes and flailed her other arm around as if signalling to stop. A muffled, high-pitched cry could be heard from her at that time. Just thinking of how painful that must have been bothered Luka. It was sort of like the feeling someone gets when another persona runs their fingernail down a chalkboard. And then, the boy went right back to the topic at hand. He outright rejected her proposal. That was fine to her. She was more concerned about him now. Auuuu. Why would you do that? Unveiling her eyes once more, they focused on the now red bandage on the boy's head. He clearly reopened the wound. Ah. You're bleeding again.
Luka went back into her bag for a moment and began to search for something. Meanwhile, Akira seemed to be disregarding his now opened wound. He wanted to talk about something regarding his clothing choice. Luka thought it was such an odd topic to require discussion. She would listen, of course. Walking around the desk over to the boy, she answered. Very well. We can discuss whatever you need. However, I'm afraid I will have to re-bandage your wound. She was now examining the bandage on the boy's face, deciding how to go about this. She wasn't even considering whether or not the boy would refuse her help.
Waitwaitwaitwait. Falling back in her chair she covered her eyes and flailed her other arm around as if signalling to stop. A muffled, high-pitched cry could be heard from her at that time. Just thinking of how painful that must have been bothered Luka. It was sort of like the feeling someone gets when another persona runs their fingernail down a chalkboard. And then, the boy went right back to the topic at hand. He outright rejected her proposal. That was fine to her. She was more concerned about him now. Auuuu. Why would you do that? Unveiling her eyes once more, they focused on the now red bandage on the boy's head. He clearly reopened the wound. Ah. You're bleeding again.
Luka went back into her bag for a moment and began to search for something. Meanwhile, Akira seemed to be disregarding his now opened wound. He wanted to talk about something regarding his clothing choice. Luka thought it was such an odd topic to require discussion. She would listen, of course. Walking around the desk over to the boy, she answered. Very well. We can discuss whatever you need. However, I'm afraid I will have to re-bandage your wound. She was now examining the bandage on the boy's face, deciding how to go about this. She wasn't even considering whether or not the boy would refuse her help.