[Holiday's in her room again, but she doesn't look depressed or confused this time! WOOHOO! Also, Nautilus just seems to LOVE her lately.]
[Instead, she's sitting on the floor with a flat box open in front of her. Looks like there's some sort of dress or yukata in there, cause she's looking through the fabric closely, making sure it's clean, not ripped, etc. She had only worn the thing once.]
[The puppy of the house, Pato, walks up to her with his new
collar jingling a little. He wags his tail, sniffing at the fabric with some apprehension. She smiles, cause he's so CUTE.]
Hey. It's okay. It won't bite yo-
[And suddenly, something crashes through the window, causing her to start and the dog to run under her bed with his little tail tucked cause THE THINGY TRIED TO EAT HIM.]
[The newspaper rolls to stop by her leg.]
[Holiday looks slightly more pissed than usual.]
YOU ARE SO NOT GOING TO GET YOUR MONEY, YOU LITTLE BRAT!
[It'll just cut off here before the language gets too bad off.]