Fuuka hardly gave the marinara a thought as she absentmindedly wiped it off her face and was glancing around the schoolyard, wondering if anyone else was seeing what she was.
From the casual and almost dull chatter of the other students around her, apparently not.
...Did this have anything to do with the strange buzz in her head whenever it was quiet? She certainly didn't hear it now, but...
Then, she heard the man -- who looked an awful lot like one of those American superhero characters -- start speaking to her in Italian, or what apparently was supposed to be Italian.
"...S-Sir...I, um...I'm Japanese. I don't speak Italian, so don't worry about that."
She noticed him looking around, and she presumed that the man was nervous about all the other students around who ostensibly couldn't see him. "Somehow, I don't think they can see you, so..."
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From the casual and almost dull chatter of the other students around her, apparently not.
...Did this have anything to do with the strange buzz in her head whenever it was quiet? She certainly didn't hear it now, but...
Then, she heard the man -- who looked an awful lot like one of those American superhero characters -- start speaking to her in Italian, or what apparently was supposed to be Italian.
"...S-Sir...I, um...I'm Japanese. I don't speak Italian, so don't worry about that."
She noticed him looking around, and she presumed that the man was nervous about all the other students around who ostensibly couldn't see him. "Somehow, I don't think they can see you, so..."