Nightshift 25: Hallway F11-F20
Fully cleaned, both her face and, more importantly, Renji's katana, Momo had made sure she had the belt fashioned of one sheet again as well as the extra sheet and her pillow cases. She hadn't spoken to Integra all of dinner, which was probably for the best.
Hanging her muted flashlight once more from the sheet at her waist, this time Momo wrapped the other sheet diagonally across her chest like sash or bandoleer. The pillowcases were tucked at her waist and once more the shinigami went barefoot, though the thin slippers were added to the pillowcases as she was unsure exactly what terrain she'd encounter at the gardener's shed.
Pens tucked into her hair, Momo heard the doors click open. She cast a brief glance at Integra. "I am sorry for earlier," was all she said to the blonde before she pushed the door open and entered the hall. A sharp look around showed no one else in the hall, so the shinigami headed quickly down the hall.
(( here.))
Hanging her muted flashlight once more from the sheet at her waist, this time Momo wrapped the other sheet diagonally across her chest like sash or bandoleer. The pillowcases were tucked at her waist and once more the shinigami went barefoot, though the thin slippers were added to the pillowcases as she was unsure exactly what terrain she'd encounter at the gardener's shed.
Pens tucked into her hair, Momo heard the doors click open. She cast a brief glance at Integra. "I am sorry for earlier," was all she said to the blonde before she pushed the door open and entered the hall. A sharp look around showed no one else in the hall, so the shinigami headed quickly down the hall.
(( here.))