Who: Yugito, and anyone.
What: Yugito's alone, on a sleepless night, pondering life.
When: April 24th, early morning
Where: In the outskirts of the city.
Warnings: Open log, anything can happen.
Status: In Progress
Yugito was unsure of what to do at the moment. Normally, on days like this where she couldn't sleep for fear of nightmares or the cat, she would play soft tunes upon her instrument, or read from some mindless novel or another, to distract her.
But there was no shamisen now, no Icha Icha to distract her from the waking world. So the host gazed from a tree at the sky, trying to figure out why she was here.