《1》HOUSING DISTRICT: [ She's been standing here for awhile, seeming to be in the middle of the street— maybe a little closer towards the sidewalk but not safely on it if you will. Haruko isn't precisely doing anything, but she's in complete scooter garb. Goggles hide her vibrant eyes, and all of her pink hair is stuffed into her helmet. Her scarf is snuggly around her neck.
As soon as somebody dares to even walk past her, she reaches out and grabs their shoulder without the bat of a lash. Her face remains poised. ]
Lemme get this straight. Some bozo brought me here and has promised me happiness. Is that right? RIIIIIGHT?
[ she's leaning in close… you should probably say something… ]
《2》...TREE: Hey. He-e-ey. [ You're walking under a tree. There's this majestic looking lady, just… attractively trapped in between two branches above you. By attractive, I mean her sweaty looking hair is either hanging down or stuck to her face; that's definitely snot dripping out of her nose. She's upside down, so there's probably drool here. Truly magnificent. ]
HEY! Yeah, up here! Heeeeey, how's it going? Good? Listen, this doesn't happen a lot— only once every decade or so. I really didn't expect it to happen here of all places, but wanna help me out here? I'm stuck at my hips.
HARUKO HARUHARA | FOOLY COOLY | with prompts from before because i'm a lazyass
[ She's been standing here for awhile, seeming to be in the middle of the street— maybe a little closer towards the sidewalk but not safely on it if you will. Haruko isn't precisely doing anything, but she's in complete scooter garb. Goggles hide her vibrant eyes, and all of her pink hair is stuffed into her helmet. Her scarf is snuggly around her neck.
As soon as somebody dares to even walk past her, she reaches out and grabs their shoulder without the bat of a lash. Her face remains poised. ]
Lemme get this straight. Some bozo brought me here and has promised me happiness. Is that right? RIIIIIGHT?
[ she's leaning in close… you should probably say something… ]
《2》...TREE:
Hey. He-e-ey.
[ You're walking under a tree. There's this majestic looking lady, just… attractively trapped in between two branches above you. By attractive, I mean her sweaty looking hair is either hanging down or stuck to her face; that's definitely snot dripping out of her nose. She's upside down, so there's probably drool here. Truly magnificent. ]
HEY!
Yeah, up here! Heeeeey, how's it going? Good? Listen, this doesn't happen a lot— only once every decade or so. I really didn't expect it to happen here of all places, but wanna help me out here? I'm stuck at my hips.
Pretty puhlease?