[i made a joke about just throwing them into grimm and that backfired because i spent most of today thinking about it so. here we are. on the grimm intro mingle, confined to the first floor of the setting. ichika is slowly waking up among the various other people from our muselists who have also found themselves on the cold marble floor, but her hands come almost immediately to her neck.
whatever she feels there, it brings no relief to her, but she at least doesn't seem more panicked, either.]
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from our muselistswho have also found themselves on the cold marble floor, but her hands come almost immediately to her neck.whatever she feels there, it brings no relief to her, but she at least doesn't seem more panicked, either.]
...what on earth...
[this does not look like shinjuku? hello?]
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