[ Disoriented and otherwise preoccupied, Makoto was totally unaware that she wasn't alone in the room right up until the boy in the other bed yawned and sat-up ... a realization that she didn't exactly have the composure to accept gracefully in her current, highly anxious state.
[ She moves on instinct, taking a step back as he climbs out of his bed, hands snapping up and feet spreading to shoulder-width as she drops into a practiced fighting stance, ready to defend herself ...
[ And then he simply walks past her, shuts the curtains on that ... thing outside, and trudges back to bed as if all of this was the most mundane thing in the world.
[ It's so jarringly nonchalant that she can't even process it at first. She just stares at him for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers back over himself.
[ When she recovers enough to actually think again, she tries to take stock of her situation. Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be hostile towards her - at least not overtly so. Whatever that creature outside was didn't seem to bother him either, which suggested that he either hadn't woken up enough to realize that this wasn't a dream, or he understood whatever was going on better than she did. That begs the question ... ]
Who are you? [ A little stumble at the very beginning, but there's enough force behind those words to make it clear that this is a demand even she isn't snapping at him. ] And what on Earth is that thing outside?
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[ She moves on instinct, taking a step back as he climbs out of his bed, hands snapping up and feet spreading to shoulder-width as she drops into a practiced fighting stance, ready to defend herself ...
[ And then he simply walks past her, shuts the curtains on that ... thing outside, and trudges back to bed as if all of this was the most mundane thing in the world.
[ It's so jarringly nonchalant that she can't even process it at first. She just stares at him for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded as he climbs into bed and pulls the covers back over himself.
[ When she recovers enough to actually think again, she tries to take stock of her situation. Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be hostile towards her - at least not overtly so. Whatever that creature outside was didn't seem to bother him either, which suggested that he either hadn't woken up enough to realize that this wasn't a dream, or he understood whatever was going on better than she did. That begs the question ... ]
Who are you? [ A little stumble at the very beginning, but there's enough force behind those words to make it clear that this is a demand even she isn't snapping at him. ] And what on Earth is that thing outside?