Oh, how Sakurazaki slept. And slept...and slept. In sharp defiance of her usual, nearly-insomniac routine,
last night had kept her in an old-cold snore-fest well past her usual preference. And the moment she woke up, groaned, and glances at a clock, she knew that it was going to bbe an off day. One doesn't wake up at two pm and not have an off day. Not when you're Sakurazaki.
She shuffled around the room in a state of mostly pain, taking a good, long time to get her things together and desperately wishing Lovegood-san was around to provide more oranges for her. Blarg. If Sakurazaki drank coffee, she would desperately need some now.
And her back! She shifted her shoulders, twisted her torso, engaged in dangerous yoga positions, to try to work out the pain. There were many grunts, many cracks, many whimpers, all of which probably transfered out the door very strangely to passersby.
She should go shower; she should go take a walk, find some food. She vaguely remembered inviting Ranma-san to tea, and she also said she'd have some with Lovegood-san, so she should seek one of them out, too. She should see if there was something she could do about this pain...
But she was taking her sweet, sweet time.
[[OOC: when are my posts ever not open? :) ]]