【 ❈ 𝕄𝕌𝕄𝔼𝕀-𝕊𝔸ℕ。】 ᶰᵃᵐᵉᶤᵉ

        ❛ is that so ? i’ll be at the back of the room if you need me. ❜ a delicate yawn indicative of her fatigue; hooded eyes decorated the frame of her crimson irises. arms stretched in the air, avoiding stiffened muscles and a twinkle of bells followed her as she walks towards a sheltered, dark corner. it was perfect for a moment of a nap.

           Gloved  appendages inconspicuously navigate machinery domain 
           until chilled lever is predictably encountered. Yukina establishes a
           taunt jerk upon  the  pull  cord,  bellowing a shrilling whistle to alert 
           the station in sight. She discerns a prompt reply. - - - }

       ❝ 𝓢ignal tower confirmed!
            ━━Terminating speed! ❞

             Yukina’s  sturdy  frame  pivots  on  the  stool  she’s  perched  upon,
             espying  Mumei  tentatively  through  her  weary  visions. Having 
             been  engrossed  in  the  strict  maneuvering  duty,  it  requires her
             a fleeting moment to register the  girl’s  balled-up form.  

              Verdant hues scrutinize the juvenile Kabaneri in whirling 
              disorientation and  two  brawny  shoulders  loft  before she turns
              fully, clasping her knuckles over a prominent knee.  - - - }

      ❝ ℳumei… san? We have reached the Shitori station. ❞
            A meek voice slurred.