𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
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PEOPLE STARE CAUTIOUSLY AT THE YOUNG GIRL WALKING THROUGH THE STREETS.
the girls black hair which is held back into a loose ponytail, sways lightly with the beat of the wind as her heterochromia blue and yellow eyes stay ahead of her. she also has a plain white mask wrapped around the lower half of her face, sitting just below her nose. certainly not a common look in the streets of london, which earned her a few looks from on goers, muttering things along the lines of 'kids these days' and 'and not only does she have weird looks, she has a snake wrapped around her neck!
civilians actively avoid you as you make your way down the street, headed for your small little apartment.
you breath out as you finally reach the door of your apartment, which the front lady had given you for free. she was so scared of you she just handed you the key to a random room and ran off somewhere.
you unlock the door and step inside, it was a pretty boring room, plain, off-white walls with some shabby furniture and a tiny kitchen. the bedroom was probably the size of a single bed, which you could luckily fit on, being unfortunately short.
you place your key on the kitchen counter and stretch your arms above your head, stroking your finger on your snakes head.
he snuggles up closer to your neck before slithering off somewhere, you shake your head, kaburamaru always seemed to have a place in your small apartment to hide.
