Ochana: The crystals turn an empty bored grey
you hear soft crying as his hair turns light blue
Ochana: "uh-" They walk away not really knowing what to do
just soft crying
Ochana: she came back with someone "he needs help- i just dont know how to do it"
soft crying
Ochana: She walked over and patted them on the back akwardly
h huh…?
Ochana: "dont make this weird-"
“I I I’m…n not?”
