Miku came into the cafeteria with her eyes downcast, left hand clutching her right elbow as she stepped carefully into line. Her meal was bird-like; a few pieces of fruit, some bread and jam, a mug of tea. Miku didn't really eat it, kind of pushed it around on her plate, eyes focused on the plate.
She told herself she should probably eat. But when she would look up, there would be some stranger with weird hair wandering past and she'd have to look back at the plate. She'd quickly ascertained that it was not Tokyo, and then - the major shocker - that it wasn't even 1989, but 2006!
Miku's face settled into a look of quiet puzzlement, at least she didn't look outright unfriendly.
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She told herself she should probably eat. But when she would look up, there would be some stranger with weird hair wandering past and she'd have to look back at the plate. She'd quickly ascertained that it was not Tokyo, and then - the major shocker - that it wasn't even 1989, but 2006!
Miku's face settled into a look of quiet puzzlement, at least she didn't look outright unfriendly.