; ✿ ⇢ Fingers idly comb through slightly tangled tresses, tugging free a few of the looser knots. It’s a nervous tic she’s learned was developed over time, along with many more. Such as the way her feet shuffled as quietly as possible when walking, listening out for just about anything and everything that might be coming around the corner.
Like a kitchen wall.
… Or a rabid dog.
… Or maybe even a spaceship?

She could never tell with this town, could she? It was the case of either staying as far away from things as possible, or to suffer painful things every day. Of course, with the luck this girl had, she often suffered either way, from the simplest of things, too.

An…. BAM– ! Turns out thinking about messing things up usually leads to just that. 

The fingers that had been combing through her hair now rested atop her head, nursing a growing bump– this was why you shouldn’t walk looking at the ground, street signs try to bite you.

“O-.. Ow owowowww…"