[ forget the goodie bag, izumo is too much in a state of grogginess and shock to really understand what is going on with what’s in her hands. her body hurts there’s a soreness and she can’t piece together what happened—wasn’t she..? not that it matters because the goodie bag that she picked up as an automatic response drops from her hands as soon as she spots renzou. ]
You…! [ get ready, punk. she’s small but marching up to him with every bit of fury that she can muster. so what if she stumbles a few times—tripping over her fabric of her hakama—there’s a face that she really hates right in front of her. ] You have some nerve.
[ maybe she’s a bit desperate too? there's certainly a wild look in her eyes. ]
i get my own prompt
You…! [ get ready, punk. she’s small but marching up to him with every bit of fury that she can muster. so what if she stumbles a few times—tripping over her fabric of her hakama—there’s a face that she really hates right in front of her. ] You have some nerve.
[ maybe she’s a bit desperate too? there's certainly a wild look in her eyes. ]
Where are we?! What did you do this time?