[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210320/c91c9f3bad6bc267bd08427484f4c949.png[/img]

[hr]| April 10th, 2018 | Unidentified Location |[@Scribe of Thoth][@Asura][@Lord Orgasmo]|
[hr]
[/center]
[indent]
Throughout all the supernatural occurrences happening all around her, Yori silently watched and waited. Or rather, she stuck to where she got up from the ground, and just happened to be looking in Noriaki and the mysterious new girl's direction. In an environment where nothing was familiar and one held little to no information, the green-haired girl couldn't help but stay in place, as if unwilling to give up the small comfort of knowing that where she stood was made of solid ground where everything else could very well be an endless abyss.

If her redheaded classmate hadn't checked the mirror as soon as he did, she probably would've done the same. She still might, if only to confirm for herself and to delay what seemed to be inevitable. There was only one exit from the plain, unobtrusive room, yet anything could be hidden behind it. For all they knew, there could be an impassible wall directly behind it, and that there was truly no escape from the place they had been dragged into.

Holding back a worried sigh, Yori shook her head as if to dispel the doubts swirling within her, and moved to check on the orange-haired classmate that she had been pulled in with. Short of breath, visibly nauseous, and no doubt in a greater deal of shock than those who happened to be dragged along with him, she approached him from the front so he would see every step she took in his direction rather than accidentally spooking him from his side or behind. 

[color=c4df9b]"If you're going to vomit, do it in a corner or something so I don't have to look at it,"[/color] she unhelpfully commented while her gaze moved from her classmates pale expression to the glasses entangled in his hair. Slowly, as if dealing with a frightened animal rather than with another person, she reached up to help retrieve them. Though it would've been faster just to yank them out and let him deal with the pulled hairs, she took her time disentangling his orange locks before pulling the glasses out of his bangs and handing them back so he can put them on himself. [color=c4df9b]"These belong on your nose, by the way."[/color]

After looking him once over, her eyes lingering a little longer on where the amorphous hands had grabbed his ankle, Yori sent her attention back to the feuding duo, of whom Noriaki seemed to have finished blowing up on the cat-turned-cosplayer and was headed to the door. While making no move to stop him, she couldn't help but peer around his figure and at the door himself, no doubt hoping to get a peek at what awaited them outside of the room without moving up to the door herself.[/indent]