midnight snacks

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[ Mitsuru woke with a start and for a moment she was disoriented. Blinking bleary eyes she realized slowly she had fallen asleep in the dorm common room, sprawled out across the sofa that was usually occupied by her friends. She didn't remember falling asleep but she must've been out for longer than she meant too because she noticed night had fallen. The sun had definitely been out just moments ago...

She sighed and sat up, straightening her frazzled hair a bit. She shivered as her somewhat skimpy dress was not appropriate for the colder weather that was settling in. Pulling on the sweater she had discarded earlier, she decided it was best to shuffle back upstairs to her room and call it a night.

Or she would have if she hadn't smelled someone cooking in the kitchen. Curiosity (and maybe suspicion) got the better of her and she padded toward the source as silent as a cat. When she entered the kitchen she was surprised to find Shinjiro there. She had half expected Minato. Cooking at weird hours seemed like something he would do. ]

Shinjiro? You're still awake?

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[She had no explanation herself. She hoped he didn't ask because she wouldn't know what to say. Her mood felt so somber for some reason. Maybe it was the cold settling in or maybe it was all that had been happening lately. It was hard for her to pinpoint it so she certainly didn't expect anyone else to.

So when he asks in his ever blunt way, she doesn't have an answer to that either. She sips quietly on the soup, dainty and all manners. It's quite good and she smiles faintly at the warmth that seeps back into her from each spoonful.]

I couldn't tell you, to be honest. I've been feeling listless lately but with a sense of restlessness at the same time. [She shifts and snuggles closer to the back of the couch, drawing her legs up to her chest.] It's a strange, conflicting feeling that I'm not sure how to get rid of.

gomen the holiday rush hit hard over here;;

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[Man if he wasn't probably the last person to go to about your problems. He digs into his soup again, trying to think of anything that could help her out. He frowns as he sets the bowl down, not out of irritation, but because this is sort of new to him.]

I see. Well is it because of something or just some kind of mood that's bothering you? Seems like it would be a good place to start in trying to figure out what's up.

IT'S OK i'm slow too because of that. gomen also u_u

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[She's vaguely aware of this but it doesn't actually register who she's talking to until he speaks in an attempt to comfort her. She has to bite back a small laugh. How kind of him to listen to her problems. So late at night, even.]

Maybe I just need a break from my usual routine.

[She sets her half full bowl aside as well, resting her chin on her knees and staring absently at the floor.] I wouldn't know where to start with something like that either.