Fandom Dorms / 6th Floor / Monday Afternoon
There was a ball pit.
Makita remembered such things -- dimly, like swimming through stagnant water -- from her life before the war. From sometime when she had been very little, and her father had taken her somewhere for her birthday.
So now she sat at the edge of the pit, large boots carelessly tossed aside as she kicked her feet in the balls, enjoying the rasping feel of the plastic toys against her tights.
Proto saw her, he would roll his eyes and sigh that sometimes she was six and not sixteen, but since he wasn't here, he couldn't tease.
And if anyone else tried to taunt her, she'd just pin 'em under the balls until they stopped.
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Makita remembered such things -- dimly, like swimming through stagnant water -- from her life before the war. From sometime when she had been very little, and her father had taken her somewhere for her birthday.
So now she sat at the edge of the pit, large boots carelessly tossed aside as she kicked her feet in the balls, enjoying the rasping feel of the plastic toys against her tights.
Proto saw her, he would roll his eyes and sigh that sometimes she was six and not sixteen, but since he wasn't here, he couldn't tease.
And if anyone else tried to taunt her, she'd just pin 'em under the balls until they stopped.
[ooc: totes open]