Chara notices the girl's ponytail first, the top of it swaying above the heads of the other children; then, the flowers scattering pink petals over the floor. She's different from the other children, Chara notices immediately, but they still avert their gaze. They have to keep their head down, they can't let anyone realize what they're up to.
So there's a lurch of sheer horror when they hear the girl calling out to them, so strong it feels as if the floor itself has shifted.
Chara turns and tries to walk quickly in the other direction, but the current of smiling faces is pressing up against them too, preventing them from moving fast enough to just evade the hand that wraps around the strap.
"What?!" they snap, yanking the backpack away from the girl.
Not a smart move, as it causes the thing inside the backpack to wriggle and make an audible whimpering noise. Chara hastily holds a hand in front of the backpack, as if that'll somehow hide the movements. Not just from the girl, but also the other children, who are starting to look towards them.
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So there's a lurch of sheer horror when they hear the girl calling out to them, so strong it feels as if the floor itself has shifted.
Chara turns and tries to walk quickly in the other direction, but the current of smiling faces is pressing up against them too, preventing them from moving fast enough to just evade the hand that wraps around the strap.
"What?!" they snap, yanking the backpack away from the girl.
Not a smart move, as it causes the thing inside the backpack to wriggle and make an audible whimpering noise. Chara hastily holds a hand in front of the backpack, as if that'll somehow hide the movements. Not just from the girl, but also the other children, who are starting to look towards them.