Jun 22, 2007 21:41
A girl with rustled orange hair sits fast asleep at a table, her practice foil and sabre strewn on the wooden surface with a browning apple core.
She has fenced all day, and anyone who passes can probably smell the sweat and grass on her.
Care to wake her and send her to the showers?
midsummer night's amnesia,
juri arisugawa