Sep 29, 2010 15:28
( BZZZZZZZzzzzzzt. the communicator shocks itself and rattles around on the table it's been placed on; the observant might note it to be one of the lunch tables in the high school's cafeteria. as for fuuka? she's asleep, head in her arms and half on her laptop's keyboard; she was using it when she fell asleep.
at the buzz, she stirs, groaning and then lifting her head, looking tired and confused. )
Huh...? Am I late for...
Oh. ( that's right. there's nothing to be late for here. she sits up, rubbing at her shoulder and looking around. ) So what was that...? Oh!
( she spots the communicator and reaches over to turn it off. )
changing seasons,
!—video,
memories of the city