Wow, gross. [She doesn't seem thrilled about the tar but eh, could be worse. It's whatever.]
[It takes her a while to notice something's off, to put a name to the feeling of the hairs on her neck standing up and realize it's saying "behind you" for no reason that she can consciously identify, almost at the lamppost itself before it dawns on her that it's not just the ambient paranoia that clings to this place like the tar.]
[Hands in her pockets, expression deceptively casual, she turns around in a slow, almost languid motion.]
no subject
[It takes her a while to notice something's off, to put a name to the feeling of the hairs on her neck standing up and realize it's saying "behind you" for no reason that she can consciously identify, almost at the lamppost itself before it dawns on her that it's not just the ambient paranoia that clings to this place like the tar.]
[Hands in her pockets, expression deceptively casual, she turns around in a slow, almost languid motion.]
Hey there.