Haruka was in better shape than she had been a few days ago but that wasn't saying much.
Her ponytail hung loose and limp, with little of the usual thought put into it. The same was with her school uniform, which looked off and had only been corrected because of teachers telling her to shape up to standard protocol - regardless of what excuses she might have (or what they thought those excuses were). Even her cane somehow seemed off, more scuffed up and covered in dirt and dents that hadn't been there before, on the lower third.
She almost hadn't bothered to come. She hadn't been to club in the past few days and had even skipped most of her classes. Somehow, she was there instead.
However, she stuck near the back. She leaned back, her hands resting on her cane, and deceptively out of it as she remained sensitive to the vibes she was picking up in the room.
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Her ponytail hung loose and limp, with little of the usual thought put into it. The same was with her school uniform, which looked off and had only been corrected because of teachers telling her to shape up to standard protocol - regardless of what excuses she might have (or what they thought those excuses were). Even her cane somehow seemed off, more scuffed up and covered in dirt and dents that hadn't been there before, on the lower third.
She almost hadn't bothered to come. She hadn't been to club in the past few days and had even skipped most of her classes. Somehow, she was there instead.
However, she stuck near the back. She leaned back, her hands resting on her cane, and deceptively out of it as she remained sensitive to the vibes she was picking up in the room.