The more the woman spoke, the more confused Miia became, and she slowly rose herself higher, made herself larger in case she needed to frighten the odd woman away. "I don't know a doll maker," she protested, shaking her head and fisting the plan material of her shirt. She twisted the fabric nervously, her ears twitching as she listened for any sounds, whether they be her Darling's voice or a warning of danger to come.
"You're not making any sense," she decided, the tip of her tail twitching in agitation. "I just need-- I need to find my Darling. My Darling. Kimihito Kurusu. He's-- he's this tall," she raised herself and held out her hand to show the stranger. "With black hair and brown eyes. Handsome and warm. Kind. I have to find him before he can marry someone else!"
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Date: 2016-07-03 07:12 am (UTC)"You're not making any sense," she decided, the tip of her tail twitching in agitation. "I just need-- I need to find my Darling. My Darling. Kimihito Kurusu. He's-- he's this tall," she raised herself and held out her hand to show the stranger. "With black hair and brown eyes. Handsome and warm. Kind. I have to find him before he can marry someone else!"