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[A.

You were probably really engrossed in whatever you were doing, weren't you? Maybe even trying to concentrate. Maybe it requires concentration, lest you make a cataclysmic error. That's cool, that's cool...

Except. Well.

Incoming.]

WAHAHA~! [Her laugh preceeds her by several moments, but, soon enough, she bounces up to you, and stares at whatever you're doing.]

Ahaha, what's that, what's that~? It looks interesting~!


[B.



You happen upon a sunlit meadow, the grass soft and inviting... the perfect place for a nap, really.

Except, someone beat you to it. Snoring softly, and looking terribly content, a pink-haired girl dozes a short way off. If bothered, she'll awaken; if not, she'll probably get up soon on her own, and possibly question why you would stare at a sleeping girl. I mean, that's kind of weird, bro.]


[C.



You know what's on the second floor of a building?

Awesome shit. Well, probably. I guess it really doesn't matter what's up there. The point is, you're going up there! With Misha in tow, for some reason. You poor fool...

You know what the problem with the second floor of any given building is, though?

You have to climb stairs to get there.

As you reach the top of the stairs, Misha sort of clunks against you, holding your arm for support, and looking a little woozy.]

Ahaha~ Sorry, sorry, just give me a moment...

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[Aaaaaand all of a sudden, Misha lurches up into a sitting position, looking... kind of vaguely frankensteinian, if I'm honest. Thousand-yard-stare, arms stretched out in front of her like a painfully-stereotypical zombie, mouth hanging a little bit open... oh uh she's actually drooling a little, gross.

After a moment, she gives her head a shake, trying to clear away the sleepiness. It... sort of works. If we're being generous.

She turns her attention to Youmu (as much of it as she currently controls, that is), and... blinks a few times.]

...sword?

[In her mind, katanas are carried by A Certain Sort Of Person...]

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[Youmu turns her head to look at Misha. Blinking at her. She'd seemed so fast asleep before, and it's not like Youmu had made much noise. Perhaps she was a light sleeper.]

Swords, yes. I'm sorry if I woke you.

[And since she has no idea what Misha's thinking about her, she just assumes the issue is solved and goes back to cleaning her katana. Seriously though the one she's cleaning is nearly as long as she is tall.]