( [private thoughts] )

[public]
. . . Hnnnn.  Still don't have a room yet, huh.  Wasn't I supposed to be, like, magically assigned one when I appeared here or something?  Management must have frozen to death.  Or they really want to see me sleep with Sakura.

Fay, Kurogane, Mokona.  Can I ask you something?

[filtered to Sakura]
 . . . Sorry for this.  I'll leave as soon as

. . .

This is . . . a forest.

Was I training here? Tch, can’t remember a thing. I must’ve hit my head pretty hard. But . . . someone should be expecting me -- Would I have dressed up like this if it were a normal training session? And what’s all this stuff for, anyway?

[Syaoran proceeds to lift up the sleeves of his outfit and examining his ( Read more... )