As the cafeteria filled up it became inevitable that someone would join her, though the man who eventually sat next to Ayumu didn't seem like he was all that interested in conversation. In fact, he didn't seem like he was interested in much apart from possibly some rest, so perhaps it was still possible for her to continue watching Homura and Okita speak without having to pretend interest in conversation with the man.
Of course, that was until someone else decided to contribute to their lack of conversation. Ayumu noted the white-haired man's approach but didn't visibly react; she identified the projectile as not aimed at her, even if it had been a weapon, and pretended not to notice until it had almost reached its target.
She gave Phoenix a friendly smile in response to his greeting, but anything she might have said was cut off with a startled little squeak as she ducked a little, away from the flying paper that didn't have a chance of hitting her.
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Of course, that was until someone else decided to contribute to their lack of conversation. Ayumu noted the white-haired man's approach but didn't visibly react; she identified the projectile as not aimed at her, even if it had been a weapon, and pretended not to notice until it had almost reached its target.
She gave Phoenix a friendly smile in response to his greeting, but anything she might have said was cut off with a startled little squeak as she ducked a little, away from the flying paper that didn't have a chance of hitting her.