body halts, frozen, staring down at the girl who stands before him. her own is leaned forward ever so slightly, azure hues a start contrast to raven bangs that curtain her face —– even so, he can tell that her attention is focused on the doll in his arms. does she like misaki?
“ … can i help you? ”
◣ ✿ ◥ Kyouka watched the doll, mostly out of admiration. It wasn’t as pretty as her own plush toy (rabbits were, after all, the best) but she appreciated the craftsmanship nonetheless and only wished to get a closer look. When he spoke, she took that as permission to step forward, closing the gap between them. “Where did you get it?”