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[December 24th, approximately 7:00 pm.
Mitsuru is currently hanging hesitantly outside of the Planetarium, a bottle of wine in one hand, the other nervously tucking her hair behind an ear. She's contemplating the door, and whether this is a Good Idea.
After a minute or two of doing nothing at all, she knocks.]
Mitsuru is currently hanging hesitantly outside of the Planetarium, a bottle of wine in one hand, the other nervously tucking her hair behind an ear. She's contemplating the door, and whether this is a Good Idea.
After a minute or two of doing nothing at all, she knocks.]