[ cry? no. yukari's got a better control over her emotions than that — comes with the territory of living for years without letting anyone see anything other than the cheerful girl she always wants to project. even though her hands are crossed over her mouth, yukari doesn't let out a yelp, or any sort of surprised sound at all.
but she does seem to have a moment to struggle breathing. ]
...Senpai?
[ her hands slowly fall away (though one lifts to push junpei away because seriously you are not helping) from her mouth and she takes another step closer to shinjiro. even though she wasn't that close to him, yukari knows she should be happy to see someone else from iwatodai. in spite of this, however, yukari can only feel this gnawing sensation at the back of her mind that says "this is wrong."
is this the kind of power this war has over everything? space? time? life and death — do they mean nothing here?
she swallows hard and lets her hands grasp the hem of her skirt for a moment, trying to calm the nervous trembling in her fingers. and then... she smiles. it's a little sad but it's still a smile; genuine. ]
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but she does seem to have a moment to struggle breathing. ]
...Senpai?
[ her hands slowly fall away (though one lifts to push junpei away because seriously you are not helping) from her mouth and she takes another step closer to shinjiro. even though she wasn't that close to him, yukari knows she should be happy to see someone else from iwatodai. in spite of this, however, yukari can only feel this gnawing sensation at the back of her mind that says "this is wrong."
is this the kind of power this war has over everything? space? time? life and death — do they mean nothing here?
she swallows hard and lets her hands grasp the hem of her skirt for a moment, trying to calm the nervous trembling in her fingers. and then... she smiles. it's a little sad but it's still a smile; genuine. ]
It's good to see you again.