[Kyoko's never been much of a planner. It was too much work to put forward for something that would likely fall apart within seconds of trying to enact it. Still, even for her, there were certain things worth keeping track of. That's why, against all her better judgment, she's sitting at a library table with a collection of road maps spread out before her.
Her knee rests on the edge of the chair, foot catching the back of the chair as she leans over them. Some are general maps of the area, showing cities and districts, while others are detailed views of Inaba and other nearby cities. There's places circled and crossed out on each of them, with numbers and letters and arrows scribbled here and there in a seemingly random fashion. On the generalized road map, a nearby city was crossed out, before a question mark was drawn over it in a different color.
Her arms are folded on the top of the table, and the red marker she'd been using is clenched between her teeth. She taps the table with her index finger thoughtfully, brows knit together, like she was working through a particularly difficult problem.
She looks up, catches sight of someone, and takes the market out of her mouth. She gestures towards the person--one of Yu's friends, she thinks. Definitely the kind of stick their nose in everything. Definitely the type who is sticking her nose into Kyoko's business, though she opts to not worry about the extent of that. That means talking to her is probably a mistake. Then again, so is talking to anybody here. She'd never been to a place where the people were all so nosy.]
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Her knee rests on the edge of the chair, foot catching the back of the chair as she leans over them. Some are general maps of the area, showing cities and districts, while others are detailed views of Inaba and other nearby cities. There's places circled and crossed out on each of them, with numbers and letters and arrows scribbled here and there in a seemingly random fashion. On the generalized road map, a nearby city was crossed out, before a question mark was drawn over it in a different color.
Her arms are folded on the top of the table, and the red marker she'd been using is clenched between her teeth. She taps the table with her index finger thoughtfully, brows knit together, like she was working through a particularly difficult problem.
She looks up, catches sight of someone, and takes the market out of her mouth. She gestures towards the person--one of Yu's friends, she thinks. Definitely the kind of stick their nose in everything. Definitely the type who is sticking her nose into Kyoko's business, though she opts to not worry about the extent of that. That means talking to her is probably a mistake. Then again, so is talking to anybody here. She'd never been to a place where the people were all so nosy.]
Oi. You. Got a minute?