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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 9:10 pm
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appearance || white oversized sweater, pleated black skirt, street style camo jacket, white sneakers, hair in a loose bun || mood || worried || carrying || wallet, phone
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Marisa walked into the store, biting her lip. In her haste to prepare her outfit for the event, she forgot to buy a mask! The first store she thought of was the clothing store, so she quickly grabbed her wallet and phone and rushed off to the streets of the city and now into the store. "Gods, I hope they sell masks here!" she mumbles, her worry painting her eyes in a golden hue.
After looking around for a bit, she finally found the display for masks. She bounds over, then stands in front of the display. There were different kinds of masks, some decorated to the brim, others simple and elegant, and others still white and blank, ready to be decorated. Marisa bounced on her heels, biting her bruised lip again. "W-wha...? There's so many, which one is appropriate? Oh no..." she mumbles again, not noticing that there was another person looking at the display as well. Normally, she'd be more mindful, but tonight had her wound up in worry and she was too distracted to even notice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 10:54 pm
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appearance || white oversized sweater, pleated black skirt, street style camo jacket, white sneakers, hair in a loose bun || mood || embarrassed || carrying || wallet, phone
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Marisa would probably have jumped at least a foot in the air if she could.
Instead, she just jumps slightly at the sound of a male's (nervous?) voice. "Ah?! Oh, I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to impose or anything! Ah..." she yelps, then launches into apologies, then trails off. Her eyes turn from gold to a bright pink, embarrassment settling in as her cheeks flushed red.
She looked at the taller male beside her, hood worn over his head. He seemed nervous, but she decided not to point it out, not wanting to be rude to him. She looked back at the mask display, picking up a black mask with gold framing the eyes and the edges. "I'm... uh... guessing you're going to the party tonight?" she asks, albeit a bit awkwardly.
"What's going on with you today?! Jeez..." she silently reprimands herself. She turns back to the male again, her cheeks still a bit red. Her still-pink eyes slowly looked up at him from the ground. Don't be awkward, don't be awkward, a mental cheer ran through her head. "I'm, uh, sorry for what happened earlier. I promise I'm not usually like that. My name's Marisa." she smiled to the best of her abilities, a wobbly but sincere smile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 11:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 12:42 am
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appearance || white oversized sweater, pleated black skirt, street style camo jacket, white sneakers, hair in a loose bun || mood || embarrassed || carrying || wallet, phone
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Marisa nods, listening to the male. "Nice to meet you, Kitsu. I'll be going tonight as well, hopefully. So long as I find a mask that fits my outfit for tonight." she holds eye contact with him, noticing his yellow eyes. They were beautiful, but at the same time, they held another emotion she couldn't quite name. She looks down at the mask in her hands, then holds it up to frame it over his face, though not actually touching him. It did require a bit of tiptoeing on her part, but it did its job in letting her see how it would look like on him. The gold complimented his eyes well, that's for sure.
"Maybe we can wait for someone to help us pick out our masks? I'm not the greatest at coordinating outfits, so I'll need help as well." she says as she drops back to a standing position, her arms falling back to where it originally was. She smiles at him brightly, "I hope I don't make things awkward, but you have really pretty eyes! It kinda reminds me of someone I met back home." She thinks back to the gumiho that cursed her, laughing softly, mostly to herself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 1:24 am
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Sora Kitsu▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀  Kitsu kept looking at her, he had a perplexed look on his face. She had held up to his face. Oh, she was looking at his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head, still nervous, however, instead of carefully doing it, he hoodie, showing his red fox ears. His tail poofed in fear, being bigger in the back of his Hoodie.
"Yeah that sounds like the best idea, waiting for someone..." He had a picture of what he was going to wear. He pulled out his phone, and went to a picture that he had from graduating highschool. His ears were covered by his cap and his tail was under the kimono. Kitsu had insisted on hiding his ears. He then showed the woman. He was perplexed about it being weird to look at his eyes. "Thank you? You have uniquely colored eyes yourself." He didn't take any movements to hide his ears. Most people noticed them right away. He sighed silently to himself, waiting for the question that always came first. 'Were they real?' Followed by 'Can I touch them?' ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ [OOC:] This is the outfit |
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 2:16 am
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appearance || white oversized sweater, pleated black skirt, street style camo jacket, white sneakers, hair in a loose bun || mood || friendly || carrying || wallet, phone
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"Oh! Is that what you'll be wearing for tonight?" Marisa studies the picture. It was simple, but the dark colors compliment his hair well. She hadn't seen him brush his hood off, so it was a shock to find herself staring at dark red fox ears. She watched for a moment as they twitched. She looked back at him, watching his face.
She was oblivious, sure, but she wasn't stupid. She realized what emotions his eyes showed the moment his ears twitched and the back of his hoodie suddenly poofed.
"Are you alright?" she says in a soft voice. "You know, if you were uncomfortable, you didn't have to show them to me. Or you could have ran away. I wouldn't have understood, but I wouldn't go after you if you did run away." She smiles warmly at him, as if to say 'It's alright.' Her eyes melded to a warm red, friendly and welcoming. She didn't know what else to say, but she hoped to at least be of help and lessen his perplexity.
Hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 8:04 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 8:37 am
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appearance || white oversized sweater, pleated black skirt, street style camo jacket, white sneakers, hair in a loose bun
mood || worried
carrying || wallet, phone
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Marisa was about to talk when the sudden clatter of his phone startled her. From there, everything seemed to be a blur. She watched in shock as Kitsu, who had turned into an actual fox scurried off to hide under the masks' display. "E-eh? Ah, um...???" speechless, she stood there, her knees knocking into each other. Her fingers covered her mouth as she looked at the phone lying on the ground. What just happened...?
In a daze, she sits down beside the display, picking up Kitsu's phone and locking it. "Y-you can come out whenever you want, or you don't have to if you want to. I mean, uh. Yeah." she rambles like she usually does when the situation was out of her control, as her eyes are painted gold again due to her worry. She toys with one of the loose strands that frame her face as she waits for something else to happen. At this point, she didn't really know what to expect.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 8:48 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 5:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 8:26 pm
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appearance || white oversized sweater, pleated black skirt, street style camo jacket, white sneakers, hair in a loose bun
mood || worried
carrying || wallet, phones
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"I-I, uh, yes! He decided to try on some formal wear and stuff, yep!" Marisa stood up abruptly, then started explaining (read: lying) to the woman. She's very pretty, Marisa noted as she watched her spaded tail wave for a moment before snapping back into focus.
She looks down at the fox, who was looking up at her, big yellow eyes and all, and smiled at him. Well, as best as she could. She looked up to the woman once again, internally panicking. "Th-the masks are really pretty! I just don't know which one to pick?" she blurts out. What does a girl do in a situation like this?
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2017 10:54 pm
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