Saturday night, Room 204
It was late, Shiemi thought, toweling her hair as she walked the hall back to her room from the girl's bathroom, but a long bath was always best after a long day. And her day had been long. She'd started in the garden even before breakfast!
It was doing good for the cooler weather, despite how she had waited so late to prepare it, having had little to no supplies on hand, but she'd made sure to spread more netting and hay and finish the pruning. The witch hazel was in, now, too. As well as a few other medicinal plants that would survive any freezing. There looked to be snow on the way, and she was worried about that.
A small sound came from her chest... Nee-chan had fallen asleep there, nestled between the fabric of her bath kimono and her breasts, and she smiled at him, reaching in to rub his head with a finger. He'd worked just as hard as she had this morning and had deserved the bath. He was a big help.
A frown flickered across her face as she finally reached her room and entered. He hadn't been able to do more than cheer at the Salle, though. She set Nee-chan in his cushion on her desk, somehow not waking him. She'd managed to get a lot more blows against the practice dummy today... Dante-sempai would probably say she was at last at the starting line, she sighed a little and sank into her chair to open her laptop. "But I just don't feel any stronger," she muttered, clicking through to get to her email and check for notifications from her online courses.
That wasn't quite true, she corrected herself. Holding the sword did indeed give her a feeling of, well, being in charge - Oh no, she'd failed her math quiz; she would have to schedule a make-up - but the sword made her... it felt the same way as when the Vatican had ordered the Demon Hunt. She felt strong, but not good strong. Not... protective strong. Why did it work for Rin and Dante-sempai but not for her?
She finished the email back to her professor and then looked up the weather report. "Ah ah," she nodded and reached for her Garden Journal. Maybe she could ask Ringo-sempai? Not that Sempai probably ever felt like this. Sempai was strong. Though come to think of it, Shiemi blinked as she wrote down the day's garden activities. She hadn't seen Ringo-sempai skating recently. Was it because it was too cold to skate? That didn't feel like the right answer, though. Maybe she would visit -"Hmm. Did I check the bird feeders and fat balls? I should check again tomorrow."
[Can be open, sure]
It was doing good for the cooler weather, despite how she had waited so late to prepare it, having had little to no supplies on hand, but she'd made sure to spread more netting and hay and finish the pruning. The witch hazel was in, now, too. As well as a few other medicinal plants that would survive any freezing. There looked to be snow on the way, and she was worried about that.
A small sound came from her chest... Nee-chan had fallen asleep there, nestled between the fabric of her bath kimono and her breasts, and she smiled at him, reaching in to rub his head with a finger. He'd worked just as hard as she had this morning and had deserved the bath. He was a big help.
A frown flickered across her face as she finally reached her room and entered. He hadn't been able to do more than cheer at the Salle, though. She set Nee-chan in his cushion on her desk, somehow not waking him. She'd managed to get a lot more blows against the practice dummy today... Dante-sempai would probably say she was at last at the starting line, she sighed a little and sank into her chair to open her laptop. "But I just don't feel any stronger," she muttered, clicking through to get to her email and check for notifications from her online courses.
That wasn't quite true, she corrected herself. Holding the sword did indeed give her a feeling of, well, being in charge - Oh no, she'd failed her math quiz; she would have to schedule a make-up - but the sword made her... it felt the same way as when the Vatican had ordered the Demon Hunt. She felt strong, but not good strong. Not... protective strong. Why did it work for Rin and Dante-sempai but not for her?
She finished the email back to her professor and then looked up the weather report. "Ah ah," she nodded and reached for her Garden Journal. Maybe she could ask Ringo-sempai? Not that Sempai probably ever felt like this. Sempai was strong. Though come to think of it, Shiemi blinked as she wrote down the day's garden activities. She hadn't seen Ringo-sempai skating recently. Was it because it was too cold to skate? That didn't feel like the right answer, though. Maybe she would visit -"Hmm. Did I check the bird feeders and fat balls? I should check again tomorrow."
[Can be open, sure]