monochromaticinfection:

          Memory flashes in a fickle way, but the blonde’s visage is a flickering remnant that she knows exists. She just can’t pinpoint it. “Perhaps I’ve seen you around, is all,” she offers that explanation in hopes that it will suffice as she is honestly unsure as to why her countenance rings a bell when the rest of her being does not.

         _{”Perhaps…” an echo, more than anything. Likely she was staring too intently at this woman, head cocked to the side as she took in her contrasting features. There was certainly something about her… something that the Nobody was struggling to pinpoint and she wondered for a moment if they had truly crossed paths before, or if it were something else entirely. Memories, sometimes, could be so fleeting. ”Is there any way I can help?” A truly frivolous inquiry and one that actually made no sense in and of itself, but she still felt compelled to ask, somehow.}