8th Memory [Action/Voice]
[Daily routine is a-go-'wake up' early, arrive at the restaurant at ungodly hours to make sure it's all ready to go... Well, this time she feels anxious, for reasons she's not too sure about. Full of energy. So, she arrives at the restaurant a few hours earlier and just... cleans. Cleaning was therapeutic, it felt like, and when she was done, that place was sparkling like new. Aaaah, contentment, thy name is Sayo. |D
Oh, this must certainly include the kitchen area, too. It must be squeaky clean for the safety of Sanji-san and the customers and workers!
When that's all fine and dandy and she's off-work, she decides to drop off some simple yet patterned kimono to the clothing shop that she'd made; it's pretty clear that once someone weaves for half of their hours in the day, they're bound to make too much stuff to keep around. And even then, she's started really enjoying finding and experimenting with patterns in the shop to use things like this in her work. Granted, she has to sticky-note everything to say she'd been working on them in the first place-
countless nights of 'who's been in my weaving room'
-but she finds it more than worth it.
...Still.
Ever since her mallynap, Sayo's felt as thought she's missing something-forgot something that was very important. And she knows that, while it's almost impossible to regain lost memories, it's at least possible to try and see if the ones she has right now can point her in a direction. After listening to people like Ami and Kamina and Hughes, it just sinks its claws into her, this unsureness.
So she goes to the library, and begins to read.
It's well into her fourth or fifth hour there, as the daylight is gone, that her face pales a little at what she's realized.]
[Voice // Pffft Sayo can't filter anything ever]
Ginko-san, are you there?
[She tries not to sound nervous, but it slips out anyway. Honestly? She doesn't want to bother him more than she has to, considering. But she just has to know.]
Oh, this must certainly include the kitchen area, too. It must be squeaky clean for the safety of Sanji-san and the customers and workers!
When that's all fine and dandy and she's off-work, she decides to drop off some simple yet patterned kimono to the clothing shop that she'd made; it's pretty clear that once someone weaves for half of their hours in the day, they're bound to make too much stuff to keep around. And even then, she's started really enjoying finding and experimenting with patterns in the shop to use things like this in her work. Granted, she has to sticky-note everything to say she'd been working on them in the first place-
countless nights of 'who's been in my weaving room'
-but she finds it more than worth it.
...Still.
Ever since her mallynap, Sayo's felt as thought she's missing something-forgot something that was very important. And she knows that, while it's almost impossible to regain lost memories, it's at least possible to try and see if the ones she has right now can point her in a direction. After listening to people like Ami and Kamina and Hughes, it just sinks its claws into her, this unsureness.
So she goes to the library, and begins to read.
It's well into her fourth or fifth hour there, as the daylight is gone, that her face pales a little at what she's realized.]
[Voice // Pffft Sayo can't filter anything ever]
Ginko-san, are you there?
[She tries not to sound nervous, but it slips out anyway. Honestly? She doesn't want to bother him more than she has to, considering. But she just has to know.]