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The nexus seems to have made a game out of removing Michiru from her daily life at only the most inconvenient of times. She has found herself here in the middle of a working on a painting, and another time halfway through cooking breakfast -- in this particular instance, however, she is wearing slippers on her feet and has a violin to her neck.
How troublesome. She had been in the middle of giving Hotaru a lesson.
She lowers the instrument and holds it carefully, protectively close to her as she turns in an observational half-circle. Finally, she hums a little to herself in frustration. The nexus has apparently seen fit to drop her outside of a small, cornerside cafe, and with a shake of the head, Michiru turns to step inside, still with the violin tucked close.
Well. She might as well have a coffee while she waits to go home.
How troublesome. She had been in the middle of giving Hotaru a lesson.
She lowers the instrument and holds it carefully, protectively close to her as she turns in an observational half-circle. Finally, she hums a little to herself in frustration. The nexus has apparently seen fit to drop her outside of a small, cornerside cafe, and with a shake of the head, Michiru turns to step inside, still with the violin tucked close.
Well. She might as well have a coffee while she waits to go home.