(32nd)~Video
[Sunao's empty apartment. Piano, childish drawings on the wall, odd lacy hat on the piano.
Oh. And cleaning supplies. Tons of them. Mops, buckets (at least five,) brooms, dubious cleaning spray, different brushes, (dirty) gloves, soap.
Someone was combating the insomnia with a cleaning spree. But where are they now? Sunao doesn't appear to be home.
About a minute later, the door slams. Its occupant is back--wild eyed, covered in snow, looking a lot more disheveled than usual. Eventually, the boyish girl finds her comm and picks it up.]
I thought I heard... did anyone else? When I went outside. It sounded like those Hollisland soldiers were back.
I... [And Sunao accidentally trips over a cleaning bucket, and lands rather unceremoniously in the pile of everything. One of the sponges is even on her head, somehow. And is too annoyed and tired by this to get up right away.]
I don't think that was real. [...] Maybe I'll try to sleep again. Does anyone need anything?
Oh. And cleaning supplies. Tons of them. Mops, buckets (at least five,) brooms, dubious cleaning spray, different brushes, (dirty) gloves, soap.
Someone was combating the insomnia with a cleaning spree. But where are they now? Sunao doesn't appear to be home.
About a minute later, the door slams. Its occupant is back--wild eyed, covered in snow, looking a lot more disheveled than usual. Eventually, the boyish girl finds her comm and picks it up.]
I thought I heard... did anyone else? When I went outside. It sounded like those Hollisland soldiers were back.
I... [And Sunao accidentally trips over a cleaning bucket, and lands rather unceremoniously in the pile of everything. One of the sponges is even on her head, somehow. And is too annoyed and tired by this to get up right away.]
I don't think that was real. [...] Maybe I'll try to sleep again. Does anyone need anything?