The trip to room 4B was an annoying one for Rozmonda. Though the hallways were large, the sheer number of students still rendered it crowded. Simply by virtue of being tall and not thin as a rail, she found it somewhat difficult to avoid bumping into others despite her best efforts. While they could easily see the tall and mature figured girl, some of them were so short and scrawny that she didn't notice them until she had already bumbled into them.
To her relief, they reached their destination quickly. The room was still crowded as they all piled in, but it was at least spacious enough for everyone to comfortably be inside. Crossing her arms under her chest as she waited for the pairings to start, the foreign redhead was glad that at least she could easily see over the crowd. Even if the trade off to that had been accidentally and embarrassingly smashing her chest into the back of a few heads on the way here.
When the hapless head researcher showed up again, Rozmonda busied herself pondering exactly what would help the woman with her appearance. Scatterbrained as the researcher was, nothing complex would particularly be useful to her. Perhaps a shorter, more easily managed haircut? Something one could easily run a hand through, looked cute when slightly messy, and suited to fuller faces?
Drumming her fingers against her arms, she decided to take the researcher up on her offer of answering questions.
"Have you considered a pixie cut?" Her tone was genuinely curious, a speculative look on her face as she waited for an answer.
Of course, it was far from the kind of question the researcher had in mind. Rozmonda was fully aware of that, but between her interest in fashion and disinterest in the topic at hand, she couldn't quite bring herself to care. It didn't occur to her that the question might be embarrassing, particularly for those who were easily flustered.
Sora had a much easier time of it. Neither too short to notice nor too tall to notice others, she walked along with the crowd entirely unhindered. This was not simply the luck of having an average height and build, as the young girl was deliberately paying attention to those who carelessly stepped too close or were themselves bumped into by others. A step to the left here, a brief stop there, quickening her pace and even slipping between students when necessary
She had come to consider it something of a self imposed game, or challenge. One she nearly succeeded in, to her amusement, until she found herself in a situation where it was either let herself be mildly bumped into or risk causing a problem in an attempt to avoid it. So it was that she came to stand in room 4B mostly untouched, reflecting on if she had missed some viable opening. Her distracted musings were discard when the frumpy researcher appeared once more, offering to answer their questions while they waited.
Already fairly informed on the process, Sora's only questions would be about her work as a researcher. Unfortunately, the crowd was far too bothersome a setting for a in depth discussion on the topic of Aether, so she quietly held onto her thoughts for a later date.
To her relief, they reached their destination quickly. The room was still crowded as they all piled in, but it was at least spacious enough for everyone to comfortably be inside. Crossing her arms under her chest as she waited for the pairings to start, the foreign redhead was glad that at least she could easily see over the crowd. Even if the trade off to that had been accidentally and embarrassingly smashing her chest into the back of a few heads on the way here.
When the hapless head researcher showed up again, Rozmonda busied herself pondering exactly what would help the woman with her appearance. Scatterbrained as the researcher was, nothing complex would particularly be useful to her. Perhaps a shorter, more easily managed haircut? Something one could easily run a hand through, looked cute when slightly messy, and suited to fuller faces?
Drumming her fingers against her arms, she decided to take the researcher up on her offer of answering questions.
"Have you considered a pixie cut?" Her tone was genuinely curious, a speculative look on her face as she waited for an answer.
Of course, it was far from the kind of question the researcher had in mind. Rozmonda was fully aware of that, but between her interest in fashion and disinterest in the topic at hand, she couldn't quite bring herself to care. It didn't occur to her that the question might be embarrassing, particularly for those who were easily flustered.
Sora had a much easier time of it. Neither too short to notice nor too tall to notice others, she walked along with the crowd entirely unhindered. This was not simply the luck of having an average height and build, as the young girl was deliberately paying attention to those who carelessly stepped too close or were themselves bumped into by others. A step to the left here, a brief stop there, quickening her pace and even slipping between students when necessary
She had come to consider it something of a self imposed game, or challenge. One she nearly succeeded in, to her amusement, until she found herself in a situation where it was either let herself be mildly bumped into or risk causing a problem in an attempt to avoid it. So it was that she came to stand in room 4B mostly untouched, reflecting on if she had missed some viable opening. Her distracted musings were discard when the frumpy researcher appeared once more, offering to answer their questions while they waited.
Already fairly informed on the process, Sora's only questions would be about her work as a researcher. Unfortunately, the crowd was far too bothersome a setting for a in depth discussion on the topic of Aether, so she quietly held onto her thoughts for a later date.
