8th Shot
[Kohaku had been resting after the Soviet Mayfield incident. A result of part exhaustion, part starvation, and part still-broken leg. Even if the already-broken maid could (supposedly) withstand a large amount of pain, her body is still only human. However, with such a beautiful day out, she's in the mood for some fresh non-stale air. Which is why she's sauntering about with an old stick. Which is when she sees...]
Ah! It couldn't be! [She quickly wobbles over to the mailbox, and indeed it is what she sees.]
My broom! My trusted bamboo broom! [hugs] Kyaaa, I didn't think fate could be so kind as to reunite us together!
[As she hugs her precious broom, it appears to be...floating? No, surely its just a trick of the eye.]
Ah! It couldn't be! [She quickly wobbles over to the mailbox, and indeed it is what she sees.]
My broom! My trusted bamboo broom! [hugs] Kyaaa, I didn't think fate could be so kind as to reunite us together!
[As she hugs her precious broom, it appears to be...floating? No, surely its just a trick of the eye.]