Room 412; Wednesday Night.

[bound2blade]

Setsuna hadn't really done much of anything all day, outside of classes and that disasterous meeting with Deadpool that was about as helpful as blind amputee on the battlefield (although, really, they could make for good shields...). Stilted metaphores aside, this left Setsuna on her bed all evening, into the night, just staring at the ceiling, thinking.

Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe it was time to just go home to her Ojou-sama after all...

[[ expecitng slr_mercury but open. ]]