Morph turns back and keep eyes on her. They don't know what's happening in her mind, and by her early looks they also don't know if she deserves their sympathy.
But they step closer. Morph isn't sure if her early looks were malicious, so she deserves a bit of attention.
"Are you okay?"
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oddly, she was more prioritized with looking at herself.
the ACTUAL herself, not the mirror image across from her. she stares at shaking palms, and makes fists that fail to stop her hands from shivering.
๐ญ did someone slip me something . . ?
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Morph look at her and stare back, already used to that experience.
When her eyes show a bit of bad emotions, something Morph can detect after so many years of experience, they turn into Emily just to creep her out. A carbon copy.
