"Really?" Izutsumi questions, nose wrinkled. "Monsters just are. They just exist. There doesn't have to be a reason."
She looks over at him as she says it, her gaze going from his face to his clothes, and it slowly starts to dawn on Izutsumi that she's never seen clothes like that. What kind of weird style is that? She's been all over the Eastern Islands and Kahka Brud, but she's never seen clothes like that.
Her eyes narrow. "Where are you even from, anyway?" she whispers, and now probably isn't the time to be having this conversation, as they crouch behind a big hollow metal rectangle in the alley, but Izutsumi wants to know. "Your clothes are weird."
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She looks over at him as she says it, her gaze going from his face to his clothes, and it slowly starts to dawn on Izutsumi that she's never seen clothes like that. What kind of weird style is that? She's been all over the Eastern Islands and Kahka Brud, but she's never seen clothes like that.
Her eyes narrow. "Where are you even from, anyway?" she whispers, and now probably isn't the time to be having this conversation, as they crouch behind a big hollow metal rectangle in the alley, but Izutsumi wants to know. "Your clothes are weird."