[h3][color=lightslategray]Fumiko[/color] at the Northwest District[/h3]
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Fumiko eyes narrowed. She had an urge to turn away, and pretend she didn't see it. But a nagging voice inside her reminded Fumiko that she could be liable if she didn't intervene. If word got out that she lived with someone who chased around little girls... She wouldn't allow it. She gathered her courage, her belongings, and her travel flask before setting out into the heat.

Fumiko shaded her eyes from the sunlight for a moment as they adjusted. Closing the gap between her and the two runners, she rose her voice, "[color=lightslategray][b]Shimamoto, why are you chasing a child around...?[/b][/color]" She had an uncomfortable smile on her face as she walked between the two, much like how a person on the street regards a homeless person shouting absurdities. "[color=lightslategray][b]Little girl, where are your parents?[/b][/color]" Fumiko said, turning to the collapsed child.

She grabbed her travel flask to offer to the kid, but she seemed to be completely passed out. "[b][color=lightslategray]Umm... Shimamoto, she seems to be completely out...[/color][/b]" Fumiko felt a twinge of panic. She wasn't exactly sure what to do in the event of heat stroke, and she didn't want to be responsible for hurting a little kid either.

She glanced towards Aya, with a hint of panic to her glance. '[color=lightslategray]What do I do?![/color]' Her expression read.