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A while ago, Momiji wandered into the Bar, rabbit-shaped backpack quite comfortably slung over his shoulders, trotting along in his schoolgirl's uniform. In all honesty, he had intended a brief jaunt into the Bar, just for an innocent, little snack, before he headed off to his own world and to his next class.
Well, time has flown by, since then, and now he's sprawled on his stomach on a couch, taking up a nice chunk of space and reading from a goofy-looking manga. There's a plate sitting at his left elbow with just a small handful of the cookies he was munching on earlier still remaining, along with some crumbs. It's possible that he's entirely forgotten about where he's supposed to be.
...The great thing about ditching class for Milliways is that nobody knows you're doing it. :D
That and the deliciously comfy couch-space you get to hog.
Well, time has flown by, since then, and now he's sprawled on his stomach on a couch, taking up a nice chunk of space and reading from a goofy-looking manga. There's a plate sitting at his left elbow with just a small handful of the cookies he was munching on earlier still remaining, along with some crumbs. It's possible that he's entirely forgotten about where he's supposed to be.
...The great thing about ditching class for Milliways is that nobody knows you're doing it. :D
That and the deliciously comfy couch-space you get to hog.