Don’t tell me the odds [Private w/ Eiji] [Completed]

[Mica Lecent]

“Go to the laundry facility and take care of that!” Mica harshly reminded the winged Faunus as he left. She looked at her hands and notices the same bits of dirt has rubbed off on them. Ugh. Does he roll in the dirt every day? She ground her teeth and moved to another part of the garden to ruminate over what she had learned about the strange stalker.

How unsettling to have thought there could be overgrown wings laying around randomly. Mica didn’t like the thought but what else could be done about it. This better not come back as an issue. Furthermore was his abilities more expansive. Something about claws if wings are the newest. Semblance can do that? The differentiations of their experience can attribute to a growth in semblance. The girl sighed and took a seat on a bench to close her eyes a bit. Dealing with that guy here at Beacon is going to be a headache. Whatever his name really is.

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