What you want, and what you can take. [Envy]
Mitsuru has to take several breaths when she steps into…Well, wherever it is that they are now. The air feels different from the city outside; less dusty, more sterilized, and what bleach might feel like if it was breathable. It takes her lungs several tries to get used to the change, and her eyes have to blink before they can take in how eye achingly clean this place is.
It looks like a place for a suitable reprieve, and she’s about ready to seize that chance to rest. (And see if there’s even a square inch of fabric left salvageable in her dress.)
"Well, this is...Certainly a change.” She manages, still trying to adjust to the change in scenery.
It looks like a place for a suitable reprieve, and she’s about ready to seize that chance to rest. (And see if there’s even a square inch of fabric left salvageable in her dress.)
"Well, this is...Certainly a change.” She manages, still trying to adjust to the change in scenery.