Room 412; Saturday Afternoon.

[bound2blade]

It was the sort of day that Setsuna felt like she should maybe go out for a flight (what? It wouldn't require her to use her shoulder at all), but she couldn't find the motivation and ended up drawing the curtains closed. She settled on her bed and made an attempt to perhaps studying for the upcoming finals next week; she should at least try do do decently on them, right? And the had some time to kill before she had to be at work. Sighing, she turned her focus toward her spy tech notes, because that was the class she probably needed the most work on.

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