First Impression [New]

4| Claustrophobic

Supper last night was interesting to say. At least one of the conversation she had was.

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"So, did anything good happened today?"

"No".

"Do you have any homework?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to do it?"

"No".

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Blinding lights emerged underneath the curtains as morning rises. Sapphire-ruby orbs following the lights walking in her floor creeping towards the bed. She was way awake before the sun rises. But it was so bright outside already, signalling that it was late in the morning. Meaning that she needs to get the hell up. Staring up the ceiling, what should she wear? It's quite cold this spring too. Amazingly.

They clearly didn't plan on going anywhere but the park. But knowing her sister, she might just want to go shopping. Maybe even at Harajuku. Or just by the station. Just the thought of getting up already annoys her to death, the bed was really warm and soft too. Once she was awake she had been surfing on her phone out of boredom when she was supposed to get ready to meet someone. Not a good start.

Does she care?

Not really, it's her sister. She can choke.

Swinging her legs to the edge of the bed, twisting and turning her limbs, poping the air gaps between her joints. Satisfied, she walked towards the closet picking up random articles of clothing and hanging it somewhere by the closet. Before walking to the bathroom next to it.

She'll just have to figure something out later.

Hopefully, it's a clear day.

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This did not go to plan.

She was walked out of the shower only to hear the rain battering on her window loudly. How rude. How dare it interrupt her schedule today? Why not tomorrow?

Letting out an aggressive huff she got a purse to put her things in. Just big enough to fit a portable charger, purse and a small umbrella in and some other things she decided to bring with her. Shoving in the things, but the umbrella instead hung in on her wrist. Slinging the purse over her shoulder and walked out of her room. Directing herself towards the kitchen. 'What to eat...'

Kisaki reached out her hand out of reflex. Has something been thrown that her? She caught it anyway. Looking down at it, she saw it was a drinking yoghurt. What the hell...

"There you go".

Oh, that fucking scent of that thing. That one drink she couldn't tolerate. 'It's fine. It's fine, it's just a drink...a drink

...I'm not fine at all'.

"Thanks". Staring at the mug as she nonchalantly spoke at the person. "I've gotta go, see you later".

Rushing out the house, Kisaki let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding. That thing set her on edge. Always.

(She didn't know the reason.

She didn't have one.

She can't answer it.

The one question on her mind.