Jojo’s eyes gleamed around this land, her face soft as she wandered into the simple and boundless land that became the capital of Fiore. Indeed, her eyes looking along this place was quite different from what she was used to, being normal in a forest or the lava regions as she still had yet to focus anywhere at all. It was a norm anyways that kept her in a single place. Her lips curved upwards into a smooth smile and soon she went towards a subtle zone, a place to which she could probably wake up more due to the early morning and the cold chilled air that breezed about with such forms. The bronze-skinned girl utilized the morning for more than noticeable training, the usefulness of such was normal but her fingers merely popped in such happenings, her mouth in need of something to keep the smell of blood from seeping out of it.
Thereby, she went into a café, a place where the strong scents of coffee could wash away any scent of smell that could prove dangerous to one’s nose or the latter. Dressed in a turtleneck of light tan, the neckpiece completely brought upwards and warming the neck to keep her sense of self in a more proper content with what she had available. Such were the capabilities and capacities she held, her eyes gazing and the rest of her dress being normal, the boots she ordinarily worn were leather, strained and difficult to upkeep while the leggings were that of cotton, stitched in a pattern very akin to that of a peasant’s gown. It was the norm held there in while most normal matters held strong for her own sense of ease. Eyes scanning and watching, readied and stationed for defense if need be.
However, such defenses were lower in this café, her slim and short brown haired self-going to the counter and smiling as she asked, “Can I get myself a caramel mocha?” It was a simple question, and in a café as this, once her lips could touch something like that she could be eased off from the necessities of her mouth’s wonder. Indeed, she was conscious about the way it smelled and looked and yet the best thing for it was something that could tear it apart, which held irony of titan level. Once the coffee was finished, she took a seat at a lone table with a couple more chairs to it, began to sip at her mocha while looking out the window. Her guild’s tattoo hidden underneath the turtleneck and thankfully she had not created much of a name for herself yet so she was not a face that stood out there too far yet.
Thereby, she went into a café, a place where the strong scents of coffee could wash away any scent of smell that could prove dangerous to one’s nose or the latter. Dressed in a turtleneck of light tan, the neckpiece completely brought upwards and warming the neck to keep her sense of self in a more proper content with what she had available. Such were the capabilities and capacities she held, her eyes gazing and the rest of her dress being normal, the boots she ordinarily worn were leather, strained and difficult to upkeep while the leggings were that of cotton, stitched in a pattern very akin to that of a peasant’s gown. It was the norm held there in while most normal matters held strong for her own sense of ease. Eyes scanning and watching, readied and stationed for defense if need be.
However, such defenses were lower in this café, her slim and short brown haired self-going to the counter and smiling as she asked, “Can I get myself a caramel mocha?” It was a simple question, and in a café as this, once her lips could touch something like that she could be eased off from the necessities of her mouth’s wonder. Indeed, she was conscious about the way it smelled and looked and yet the best thing for it was something that could tear it apart, which held irony of titan level. Once the coffee was finished, she took a seat at a lone table with a couple more chairs to it, began to sip at her mocha while looking out the window. Her guild’s tattoo hidden underneath the turtleneck and thankfully she had not created much of a name for herself yet so she was not a face that stood out there too far yet.
