Room 421; Sunday Evening.

[bound2blade]

Taking a small pause from the packing of her meager belongings, Setsuna sighed and glanced up, taking a look around the room. It wasn't the room she'd spent most of her time in, but she'd still spent a good amount in it nonetheless back when it was Ranma's, and, after tomorrow, when she finished up her last shift at the post office and then went to catch a taxi to fly back to Japan (normally now, airport and everything, unlike her jobs with the rendezvous spot), she wasn't going to be spending any more time here at all. It was really strange to think about it; it seemed almost transcendent, really. She'd miss it, she really would.

But, as she folded another skirt and laid it carefully down, she realized that it was really just time, and she was glad to be off.

[[ door is closed, although post is open! *draaaaaags out setsuna-exit* ]]