☇ 02 | Too afraid to show if it's coming over me.
[Seated on a swing and showing no intention of actually using the swing for it’s initial purpose anytime soon was Ai. Leaning forward with one elbow propped upon her knee, chin resting in her hand, the other was holding a tarot card for her to study over. Her expression was blank - as it usually is - as she just sits there.
Back home she had left Dr. Agasa and Conan before they could start asking questions on the off chance they found her with the surprising bit of mail. And knowing Conan, questions were all she was going to hear from him; Questions she obviously would be unable to answer.
So, she came to the Plane to think for the time being, which obviously means feel free to pester her.]
Back home she had left Dr. Agasa and Conan before they could start asking questions on the off chance they found her with the surprising bit of mail. And knowing Conan, questions were all she was going to hear from him; Questions she obviously would be unable to answer.
So, she came to the Plane to think for the time being, which obviously means feel free to pester her.]