Mizuki grabs whichever clothes fall in her hands—one that she later finds out to be a thin cotton dress that's tight fitted around the waist and with small ribbons adorning the gentle fabric—and rushes inside for a quick shower to freshen up.
Seeing as though she has spent most of the afternoon sleeping away, she won't be able to sleep early tonight and may as well stay up trying to study.
After all, with how much information has been prancing upon her, she needs some time to organise her thoughts.
As she's changing out of her shirt, she feels something rough and bumpy in her pockets, which prompts her into pulling out the odd piece of paper which had flown straight into her face earlier. She holds it up, smoothening it against a dry portion of the sink before propping it up against the cup of toothbrushes.
