[ Everything around Koharu's head could be on fire and she probably wouldn't notice nor move an inch. There is a book open in front of her, detailing a strategic maneuver that sounds and looks more than a little complicated and it requires all of her focus.
So whatever is making her leg itch and her skirt wave around in a draft? It's a distraction. Finally, putting down a finger beneath a paragraph, she looks up to look for the open window. Except that none of them are open. They're all snugly sealed shut and the sun cheerily drifting in. But no wind. Then what's...?
Koharu makes the mistake of looking down and instantly wishes she hadn't.
There is nothing dignified about the noise she makes at all, the sound so high pitched that it could probably make a dog cry.
Oh gods, it's ugly. It needs to go away, maybe she can scoop it up with the book and throw it out the door. But that would mean someone else will have to deal with this-
Ah.
One moment, there's a very hairy, very disgusting bug scuttling about. The next, it's been skewered by a sword and discarded by one bug-hating sword.
Koharu's sigh of relief is muffled by her hands (when did she raise them to her mouth?) and she has to swallow twice before she feels confident that her voice will be more than a squeak. ]
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So whatever is making her leg itch and her skirt wave around in a draft? It's a distraction. Finally, putting down a finger beneath a paragraph, she looks up to look for the open window. Except that none of them are open. They're all snugly sealed shut and the sun cheerily drifting in. But no wind. Then what's...?
Koharu makes the mistake of looking down and instantly wishes she hadn't.
There is nothing dignified about the noise she makes at all, the sound so high pitched that it could probably make a dog cry.
Oh gods, it's ugly. It needs to go away, maybe she can scoop it up with the book and throw it out the door. But that would mean someone else will have to deal with this-
Ah.
One moment, there's a very hairy, very disgusting bug scuttling about. The next, it's been skewered by a sword and discarded by one bug-hating sword.
Koharu's sigh of relief is muffled by her hands (when did she raise them to her mouth?) and she has to swallow twice before she feels confident that her voice will be more than a squeak. ]
Thank you.