Maisy literally didn't even stop to hear Tsukiko's life story, continuing to chase down her seemingly poltergeisted-hat, somehow unable to run faster than it going down stairs. To say that Maisy wasn't flat out exhausted halfway down climbing down the way would be a lie. And only bad people lie. Short of breath, but not wanting to give up her hat, Maisy figured that this be-spooked cap had the right idea riding down the railing, and as such she promptly clung to the railing to where she was like a...Maisy rail-car and slid down, a look of absolute determination on her face that was being assailed with frustration over how much this hat didn't seem to want to be worn today.
Of course, people don't work like rail cars and she eventually slipped and bumped her head on the wall beside the railing, vowing to never go into the business of anything relating to
Trains. Realizing there was no time to lose, Maisy dashed after her hat, apparently having been passed by someone as she was busy contemplating trains...which blew her hat faster. Holding in a screech of frustration, she just kept on going and going, until she realized the hat went inside a room on the fourth floor, namely the cafeteria. The soles of her shoes literally squeaked and smelt like burning rubber as she took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, an inch away from having run down the stairs all the way to the 1st floor. Turning around, she faced the entrance and strolled right on in, noticing totally-normal-guy, and totally-weird-hood-guy. AND HER HAT!
Skipping over, Maisy promptly picked her hat off, patted the top of it twice to shake off the cafeteria germs, and put it back where it belonged, right back on her messy dark brown hair.
"Re-Hatting complete!" she said loudly, throwing her cap up once before it promptly...landed lopsided back on top of her head. That probably looked way lamer than she was intending, but whatever. Fixing her hat right away, she finally noticed that the weird-guy was wearing a clock over a business suit. Huh. Who knew cults had business attire being mandatory? Ears perking up a little at his words, Maisy raised her right index finger questioningly.
"Wait...so who are you looking for then Mr. Glasses-Man? The classes aren't on this floor. Oh! Or maybe you're hungry and were looking for the chefs? Well...I don't know if they serve food at this hour, but I could make you something to eat!" The last bit was a lie. Maisy had the cooking skills of a quad-amputee that was blind and had their tongue cut out. And only had souffle ingredients at any given time. And a crock pot to make it with. Suddenly pulling her notebook out of her back pocket, Maisy started doodling...something down. Tongue pushed out of her mouth in concentration, she doodled a crude sketch of the hooded who'd blown her hat away...although in her drawing she had huge fish lips. Meaning any value it had as a sketch of the person in question made it fairly meaningless
"Also, have you seen this lady? She hurt somebody and scared my hat away." she asked, looking to both the mystery man and the not-so-mysterious student while holding her drawing up.
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