[ There's a hum coming from Chizuru that really doesn't say much at all. It's hard to tell whether it even means yes or no in the face of the question he's asking her. It also doesn't help that the girl has closed her eyes by now, making it impossible to tell anything by her gaze either.
But it's since she's focusing over here. Really hard. It's true that the description is not doing much for her, since she mostly ends up imagining the room layout in a more traditional style, like the Japanese houses she's used to back home.
.. so she tries to not focus on the description. Instead she tries to dig beyond it, squeezing Robby's hands a little. It's not about the words here, she thinks. It's about.. the feeling behind it, the memory. Isn't that what people have told her? Palebloods who can tap into people's emotions. Even if that house may not have been home to Robby as much as people's houses usually are, there has to be something, and Chizuru is concentrating really hard to try and dip in that.
She's concentrating enough that tiny beads of sweat start to form at her temples, but it's not for nothing. Something is taking shape around them, the contours of Chizuru's house fading, replaced by something else.
Something that's still vague, like staring at it through a blurry gaze, but maybe Robby may actually recognize it as the very apartment he's thinking of.
It's only then that Chizuru mumbles, still not opening her eyes: ]
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But it's since she's focusing over here. Really hard. It's true that the description is not doing much for her, since she mostly ends up imagining the room layout in a more traditional style, like the Japanese houses she's used to back home.
.. so she tries to not focus on the description. Instead she tries to dig beyond it, squeezing Robby's hands a little. It's not about the words here, she thinks. It's about.. the feeling behind it, the memory. Isn't that what people have told her? Palebloods who can tap into people's emotions. Even if that house may not have been home to Robby as much as people's houses usually are, there has to be something, and Chizuru is concentrating really hard to try and dip in that.
She's concentrating enough that tiny beads of sweat start to form at her temples, but it's not for nothing. Something is taking shape around them, the contours of Chizuru's house fading, replaced by something else.
Something that's still vague, like staring at it through a blurry gaze, but maybe Robby may actually recognize it as the very apartment he's thinking of.
It's only then that Chizuru mumbles, still not opening her eyes: ]
This is kind of hard..