From New York, still, even if she doesn't sound it, but any stubborn clinging to her prior life can oftentimes be met by confusion or struggle from perfectly nice people, so Benji is learning better than to be seen as ungrateful. So yes, she's told almost everyone that she's from Kosala, if only recently, the plugs nestled into her long arms, just visible against the thin cotton along her spine.
She looks up from where she's fidgeting with a shiny, brassy contraption that Milagros can identify as a tattoo machine, perched on the inclined chair where her last client was. Like most of Zion, her wardrobe is of earthy tones and base grey. It also happens to be what she's used to. What marks it as different is the kind of embroidery that comes out of Kosala, decorating the hem of a long skirt. ]
Hello. [ Her eyes tick down towards the ink already written into the other woman's skin, a thin smile warming her raw-boned features. ] Those, they're pretty. [ If Benji has any ink, it must be under her clothing. ]
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From New York, still, even if she doesn't sound it, but any stubborn clinging to her prior life can oftentimes be met by confusion or struggle from perfectly nice people, so Benji is learning better than to be seen as ungrateful. So yes, she's told almost everyone that she's from Kosala, if only recently, the plugs nestled into her long arms, just visible against the thin cotton along her spine.
She looks up from where she's fidgeting with a shiny, brassy contraption that Milagros can identify as a tattoo machine, perched on the inclined chair where her last client was. Like most of Zion, her wardrobe is of earthy tones and base grey. It also happens to be what she's used to. What marks it as different is the kind of embroidery that comes out of Kosala, decorating the hem of a long skirt. ]
Hello. [ Her eyes tick down towards the ink already written into the other woman's skin, a thin smile warming her raw-boned features. ] Those, they're pretty. [ If Benji has any ink, it must be under her clothing. ]