Room 412; Monday Afternoon (post-workshop)
Sakurazaki nearly flew (figuratively, not literally) up to her room the moment Arts and Crafts were done. She had been down there for a while, right, so it was perfectly feasible that Yuunagi had arrived while she was at the workshop, right? Right! Eagerly, she threw open the door to room 412; she was not instantly disheartened to not see any familiar and large packages waiting for her in the most obvious spots, like on her desk or her bed. Elder Konoe was the type to magic something over and then hide it. So Sakurazaki starts searching, shifting through closets, peering under beds, moving around some furnature.
But it was no where to be found. Sakurazaki drops onto her bed with a very heavy sigh. Sure, it was just Monday and it wasn't even noon yet, but....There's another sigh, and she lays back, barely even wincing over the sunburn between her shoulders. She should probably go do something. Go look up stuff on dreamcatchers. She should go train in the gym. But training in the gym now when the potential of training with Yuunagi was so close just seemed perverse. One arm drooped over her forehead and one leg drooped off the side of the bed, Sakurazaki just stares at the celing for a bit, her mind on one thing and one thing alone.
[[door's still open. :) ]]
But it was no where to be found. Sakurazaki drops onto her bed with a very heavy sigh. Sure, it was just Monday and it wasn't even noon yet, but....There's another sigh, and she lays back, barely even wincing over the sunburn between her shoulders. She should probably go do something. Go look up stuff on dreamcatchers. She should go train in the gym. But training in the gym now when the potential of training with Yuunagi was so close just seemed perverse. One arm drooped over her forehead and one leg drooped off the side of the bed, Sakurazaki just stares at the celing for a bit, her mind on one thing and one thing alone.
[[door's still open. :) ]]