Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Fourth Floor.
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: Spain's just returned after her window washing chore, resting her nerves.
Warnings: TBA
Window washing. Spain read and reread the letter given to her about her new 'job' and the instructions. Shouldn't be that bad, right?
Apparently it was pretty bad; dangled outside of the tower on a gondola with only a few ropes holding her up and a lot of windows to cover left Spain a little frazzled, and once that's over, she quickly retires to the fourth floor, curled up on one of the couches there.
"Dios..."