In contrast to what her counterpart from Hikarizaka, Earth, this mature Kotomi instead sat on her table with a mug of green beer she drank slowly, and a plate with five soft maize tacos filled with generous meat, chopped onion, avocado slices, and a sheer of parsley over them.
She squeezed the half of a colima lemon on one of them, and lifted it to munch on it. She was of course of oriental descent, with theoretically nothing to do in the troubled solar system of Sharpstone, but her long life spent in the forgotten, ample hispanic civilization turned her into being accustomed to the traditional diets of the system.
Whoever turns close to her, Kotomi would immediately straighten, scan the subject up and down like a supercomputer, and depending on how close the person in question was and how much of a threat they could pose, Kotomi's hand would linger over her meter-and-a-half-long mass driver precision rifle.
Then, she would blink, softening, to speak, "... I apologize. I am too used to my world."
Kotomi Ichinose AU | Clannad
She squeezed the half of a colima lemon on one of them, and lifted it to munch on it. She was of course of oriental descent, with theoretically nothing to do in the troubled solar system of Sharpstone, but her long life spent in the forgotten, ample hispanic civilization turned her into being accustomed to the traditional diets of the system.
Whoever turns close to her, Kotomi would immediately straighten, scan the subject up and down like a supercomputer, and depending on how close the person in question was and how much of a threat they could pose, Kotomi's hand would linger over her meter-and-a-half-long mass driver precision rifle.
Then, she would blink, softening, to speak, "... I apologize. I am too used to my world."