[Crona says nothing for a long few moments. The meister just walks around, looks at faces, hopes not to see anyone familiar.
A pair of figures, the boy walking on his hands with a grin on his face, the girl caught mid-exasperated-sigh by the end of the world.
Crona starts shaking, shoulders twitching like a sob, but the meister's eyes are dry, and teeth sink into Crona's lower lip hard enough to draw black blood.]
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A pair of figures, the boy walking on his hands with a grin on his face, the girl caught mid-exasperated-sigh by the end of the world.
Crona starts shaking, shoulders twitching like a sob, but the meister's eyes are dry, and teeth sink into Crona's lower lip hard enough to draw black blood.]