[ Si se puede she does not say, but someone, somewhere, may be whispering it as she blinks up at this man in confusion. He's probably on those nose about rebellion being strong in the youth, or at least energy levels and the desire to stubbornly pursue their own sense of better and not as good.
He has her offcenter with the comment about pigs tossed in with what feels like a fairly standard and true statement. Not that Chihiro has found herself dealing with propaganda in a way where she recognises what's happening. (When something is so ubiquitous, it can be difficult to see.) ]
Huh? Wait, how did you —
[ Know about that, she almost asks, but the name of his group pulls at her attention even as a groaning crack can be heard in the room behind her. Dust and plaster fall from the ceiling, prompting her into turning around to look at what's happening with the flyer probably still in hand.
Cracks spread across the ceiling at an alarming rate. Chihiro freezes, then dodges inside and reaches for her backpack as a chunk of the ceiling comes crashing down with a heavy laden thud. ]
Does a better tomorrow involve ceilings falling down?!
[ Because she's running back for the door and bending down to scoop up her sneakers as she goes. Her star-speckled sneakers with their little self-contained universes painted across them. ]
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He has her offcenter with the comment about pigs tossed in with what feels like a fairly standard and true statement. Not that Chihiro has found herself dealing with propaganda in a way where she recognises what's happening. (When something is so ubiquitous, it can be difficult to see.) ]
Huh? Wait, how did you —
[ Know about that, she almost asks, but the name of his group pulls at her attention even as a groaning crack can be heard in the room behind her. Dust and plaster fall from the ceiling, prompting her into turning around to look at what's happening with the flyer probably still in hand.
Cracks spread across the ceiling at an alarming rate. Chihiro freezes, then dodges inside and reaches for her backpack as a chunk of the ceiling comes crashing down with a heavy laden thud. ]
Does a better tomorrow involve ceilings falling down?!
[ Because she's running back for the door and bending down to scoop up her sneakers as she goes. Her star-speckled sneakers with their little self-contained universes painted across them. ]