[First she gives him a sidelong look, brow slightly cocked, lips pouted and twisted because she's oh so disappointed. She crawls over, then, to his backpack, carefully pulling it closer towards them.
Patches, huh? She's seen those, but not quite like the ones on his backpack. Geo stops for a moment to observe them, wondering what they meant or where they came from. Hell, his whole outfit has her buzzing with a thousand questions, but she'll keep it together. He didn't seem like a scavenger at all, but he tagged anyway. Cold weather, from the clothing and the beanie? It would seem likely...
She gingerly unzips the backpack. That low whistle she lets out is one that shows she's clearly impressed with his collection. Way more than she's seen in one go. But in her hand goes for the red. That's a familiar weight right there.
Wait. He doesn't have anything for his face or mouth...? Maybe she's just too used to it now, but really.
After she sets down the can, her hands quickly work at undoing the scarf piled around her neck and offers it to him. It used to be white, once, and the myriad of characters and symbols on the cloth have faded to an off-grey. The deep, black splotches from the ash have settled in as a stain by now, unfortunately.]
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Patches, huh? She's seen those, but not quite like the ones on his backpack. Geo stops for a moment to observe them, wondering what they meant or where they came from. Hell, his whole outfit has her buzzing with a thousand questions, but she'll keep it together. He didn't seem like a scavenger at all, but he tagged anyway. Cold weather, from the clothing and the beanie? It would seem likely...
She gingerly unzips the backpack. That low whistle she lets out is one that shows she's clearly impressed with his collection. Way more than she's seen in one go. But in her hand goes for the red. That's a familiar weight right there.
Wait. He doesn't have anything for his face or mouth...? Maybe she's just too used to it now, but really.
After she sets down the can, her hands quickly work at undoing the scarf piled around her neck and offers it to him. It used to be white, once, and the myriad of characters and symbols on the cloth have faded to an off-grey. The deep, black splotches from the ash have settled in as a stain by now, unfortunately.]