[ Something that Mitsuru finds out for herself after retrieving a towel and attempting to wrap herself with it. As soon as she does, it blinks out of existence and her brief moment of relief gives way to surprise, followed by cold, quiet anger. The hand that had been holding the towel balls into a fist, she draws in a deep breath, and lets it out in one, sharp exhale. ]
I despise this place.
[ She mutters quietly through clenched teeth as she stalks towards the springs. ]
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Date: 2022-05-10 03:56 am (UTC)The hand that had been holding the towel balls into a fist, she draws in a deep breath, and lets it out in one, sharp exhale. ]
I despise this place.
[ She mutters quietly through clenched teeth as she stalks towards the springs. ]