Room 503, Sunday Evening

[dojima_hime]

After Triela had somehow got her up and moving, Dōjima found herself back in the dorms. Her room. Her bed. It almost didn't look familiar, even though it had only been a few days.

A quick handwaved shower to get the worst of the grime off, and she was curled up in bed, Six Soldiers playing on her laptop as the cat snuggled up next to her.

Not coming out again. Ever.

[Door cracked, post open!]