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CHAPTER 7: TROUBLE GIRL
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DOTTORE WOULD NOT MIND IF ANGEL COULD BE found wandering the streets of Sumeru city, a fatui agent just behind her trail of curiosity. she never really liked going outside of their facility away from the city, the attention of the city-folk too much for her to handle.
still bitter of her relationship with the doctor, angel decides that it is best she arrives home later than intended. quite rebellious of her (to which brings regretful sparks of joy.)
"little miss, perhaps returning is most urgent" the agent mutters loud enough, getting flustered each second angel manages to slip past a crowd of peopleㅡ afraid to lose sight of the girl.
oh the curious. how lively the people of sumeru are, especially the children. angel gleefully accepts a flower offered to her by a young boy, "oh, but isn't this such a delight?" she looks up at the agent.
he sighs, "it sure is, butㅡ where are you going?!"
angel giggles as she traces yet another invisible path that threads a painful step the agent must follow.
the city was bustling with citizens, merchants and vendors alike perched in stations that irks the interests of passerby'sㅡ something the agent has to drag angel away from before she could spend any more trouble.
the warmth of the sun in contrast with Snezhnaya's harsh weather, left kisses of honeydew on her pale skin as she basks under the rays. angel, far too blind in her own euphoria, she fails to see what has fate woven for her today.
"ow!" the vixen tumbles back ever so slightly, having bumped into a stranger that reacted with an annoyed grunt. "my apologies!"
silver hair with tints of teal green, his sharp eyes look down at the girl who's sheepish smile he could only furrow his brows at. familiar with most of the faces in Sumeru, the pale lady is not a citizen of this city. inspecting her attire, a luxurious white dress that paints her as a descendant from the heavens aboveㅡ physique too fragile to handle a fight.
