Room 412; Thursday Afternoon.

[bound2blade]

There were still...three days left in what was quite definitely the worst week of Setsuna's life, and she was quite intent to spend the rest of it in her room, until that graduation thing that she should probably go to. She sat on her bed, legs tucked up against her with her chin resting on her knees, moping. No, meditating. That was it. She was meditating.

[[ door is closed, but post, she is open ]]