[There are a few odd moments when Viridi stares with an indecipherable expression at Iwaizumi, her amber eyes holding something like... judgment. Impassive scrutiny. As if she is seeing through him somehow.
In that moment, with that inscrutable gaze and that ageless face and the fresh blossoms woven through her hair, it seems almost possible to believe that she is something close to what she claims she is. Almost.
Then she ruins the effect by slurping the rest of her milkshake.]
...
I'm sure you'll find a way.
[She hops out of her chair.]
I wouldn't have stuck around if I were having a bad time.
I'll see you, Iwa.
[He wouldn't know this, but she hasn't called anyone here by name at all.]
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In that moment, with that inscrutable gaze and that ageless face and the fresh blossoms woven through her hair, it seems almost possible to believe that she is something close to what she claims she is. Almost.
Then she ruins the effect by slurping the rest of her milkshake.]
...
I'm sure you'll find a way.
[She hops out of her chair.]
I wouldn't have stuck around if I were having a bad time.
I'll see you, Iwa.
[He wouldn't know this, but she hasn't called anyone here by name at all.]