uh no i'll just look like an ass if i'm seen talking to thin fucking air. you got hands, you can type.
i think.
[Because she didn't quite know the full monty behind how this invisible/imaginary/spirit/god-knows-what thing worked. She thinks back to the mysterious audio message she'd received at the beginning of the week.
people seem to be playing the ol' switch-eroo with their powers!
Minatsuki furrows her brow sharply as she types:]
some dipshit named jack frost.
i think you ended up switching abilities with him, so...you're basically some kinda winter spirit or whatever. not everyone can see you.
[She really can't believe she's relaying all this with a straight face.
Yet what Murasa was saying about doubt and belief...could it be true?]
no subject
i think.
[Because she didn't quite know the full monty behind how this invisible/imaginary/spirit/god-knows-what thing worked. She thinks back to the mysterious audio message she'd received at the beginning of the week.
people seem to be playing the ol' switch-eroo with their powers!
Minatsuki furrows her brow sharply as she types:]
some dipshit named jack frost.
i think you ended up switching abilities with him, so...you're basically some kinda winter spirit or whatever. not everyone can see you.
[She really can't believe she's relaying all this with a straight face.
Yet what Murasa was saying about doubt and belief...could it be true?]