[ Gray gasps, a delicate intake of breath, when she unexpectedly bumps into someone in the middle of what was supposed to be an empty expanse. She flinches reflexively when she feels hands on her shoulders, but their weight is both firm and kind enough to keep her from trying to escape.
When she looks up, what she finds is... an unusual-looking man, and immediately she thinks that he might be a magus. If she has to guess why she feels that way, it's probably because he possesses the sort of intimidating magnetism that would make her feel cornered in an open field. ]
Y-Yes, I'll try... Please excuse me.
[ Here is where she'd shuffle off (and probably end up putting her head down again) but with his hands on her shoulders, she is trapped. And in fact, she's already lowering her gaze to the floor(?) again, unable to bear the brunt of the man's direct gaze. ]
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When she looks up, what she finds is... an unusual-looking man, and immediately she thinks that he might be a magus. If she has to guess why she feels that way, it's probably because he possesses the sort of intimidating magnetism that would make her feel cornered in an open field. ]
Y-Yes, I'll try... Please excuse me.
[ Here is where she'd shuffle off (and probably end up putting her head down again) but with his hands on her shoulders, she is trapped. And in fact, she's already lowering her gaze to the floor(?) again, unable to bear the brunt of the man's direct gaze. ]