kind of tired of all the empty picture frames

Lately, wallowing and worrying were two of the things that Halo did best. Constantly caught up in the grey... it happened sometimes, okay? The grey itself was something she couldn't really combat, all she could do was live with it. Was it even that bad? Was she making it out to be much worse than it actually was? Maybe. Maybe she was just weak for not being able to deal with it. Weak... a little pathetic... heck. Was that what she'd been reduced to? Was that what she'd reduced herself to? If that was the case, she really didn't belong here, among the Armada.

No. No, she'd push that thought from her head. The grey wasn't going to win today. She was having a good day, and she'd keep having a good day, even if it was to spite herself. The man introduced himself, and Halo manages to catch what he says. Kuroo he was called. Kuroo he would be, then. "It's lovely to meet you, Kuroo." Halo smiled softly, unable to stifle a giggle as he blew bubbles in the slow moving river water. The girl willed herself to relax, and really, his company was proving to be pleasant enough.

"Ah, it seems that I'm not built so well for the heat, so I try to take a swim or a nap around this time every day." Was it too much information? Maybe. Still, Halo is prone to dumping information when she's nervous... and in social situations, she's usually nervous. "What about you?" There we go, much easier to talk about anyone other than herself. Halo is happy to put the spotlight on Kuroo.

"Halo"