Fourth Floor Common Room; Thursday Afternoon (between 5th and 7th periods)
There was a cake, chocolate frosting and sprinkled with so much suger and candy and other sweet things that it looked like it could have been salvaged from a Wonka shoppe explosion, sitting in a corner of the kitchenette, under a glass cover, with a note.
In Ancient times, if you stole something, they cut off your hands.
I've always been an old-fashioned girl.
Don't touch.
--Setsuna Sakurazaki.
She had handwavily baked the cake after War Theory, but had other things to take care of before the field trip seventh period. She figured it was safe to leave it there; Jude wouldn't wander in with his injury. Shouldn't, anyway, and if she found out that he had, he'd have more to worry about than just a broken ankle. The note, then, was for other people.
But even that didn't seem a safe enough guard while she was out doing other things. So, standing guard in front of the cake with her butter knife sword, was Mini-Setsuna, keeping stern and stoic watch over the door, ready to defend her Master's masterpiece.
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In Ancient times, if you stole something, they cut off your hands.
I've always been an old-fashioned girl.
Don't touch.
--Setsuna Sakurazaki.
She had handwavily baked the cake after War Theory, but had other things to take care of before the field trip seventh period. She figured it was safe to leave it there; Jude wouldn't wander in with his injury. Shouldn't, anyway, and if she found out that he had, he'd have more to worry about than just a broken ankle. The note, then, was for other people.
But even that didn't seem a safe enough guard while she was out doing other things. So, standing guard in front of the cake with her butter knife sword, was Mini-Setsuna, keeping stern and stoic watch over the door, ready to defend her Master's masterpiece.
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