'Again I go… Did I have a dream?' The blonde knitted her brows; the last thing she remembered was pressing the button and bidding Asobi goodbye.
Jotou sighed, getting ready for another day—another chance at ending all of this mayhem. 'Probably didn't have a dream.' She could recall nothing else after the moment of when she pressed that button.
'Stop overthinking it.' Jotou brushed aside, rising from her bed and pushing the sheets aside. A small smile she turned with to a brunette with a purple headband.
Fumeko sat at the side of the bed, removing the strands of hair stuck to her face. Jotou took a breath, a soft smile still worn, "Morning."
"Mm… Morning," Fumeko grumbled, rubbing her forehead.
'I wonder.'
Jotou watched as Fumeko winced, wrinkling her brows tight as she grunted holding her head, "Gah…"
"Meko? What's wrong?" Jotou threw the sheets aside and strode over to the brunette's bed.
