[Waking up in an unfamiliar bed was par for the course for Yasu. All the shuffling between Gospel House and Rokkenjima made the cots she slept on in both places feel uncomfortable and alien; she never had enough time to adjust to the individual idiosyncracies of each cheap bed before getting sent off to the other island. So nothing feels out of the ordinary as she rolls out of bed—although she pauses as she goes to rub her eyes, a few wrinkles of confusion breaking through the dual fogs of sleep and enforced school readiness.
Still, she'd woken up early for once, so might as well use that time to get a little more reading in. After shambling through her morning routine, Yasu absentmindedly cracks open the student handbook, looking for her bookmark, and-]
O- Oh.
[Yasu spends almost a full minute gawping at her profile in the handbook before she creeps out of her room, swiveling her head back and forth in search of something, anything remotely familiar. She takes a cautious step down the hallway, shivering, and-
Immediately trips and falls onto someone, squeaking out an,] Eep! [as she tumbles down.
Later, after exploring the school for several hours (and scoping out all the closets she can hide in if she ever needs some alone-time), Yasu settles in the school store. The first order of business was to secure a notebook. Doodling always calmed her down, and this was definitely a situation that required stress management techniques. The second order of business...
Is to find some red string, and tie it inside the handbook's spine, carefully fastening it to the inside of her uniform. (The handbook was obviously important, but it didn't feel right to give it a proper home.) Yasu's tongue sticks out slightly as she concentrates on the delicate work, totally oblivious of how odd she must look to any passerby or that there are even any passerby at all.]
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Still, she'd woken up early for once, so might as well use that time to get a little more reading in. After shambling through her morning routine, Yasu absentmindedly cracks open the student handbook, looking for her bookmark, and-]
O- Oh.
[Yasu spends almost a full minute gawping at her profile in the handbook before she creeps out of her room, swiveling her head back and forth in search of something, anything remotely familiar. She takes a cautious step down the hallway, shivering, and-
Immediately trips and falls onto someone, squeaking out an,] Eep! [as she tumbles down.
Later, after exploring the school for several hours (and scoping out all the closets she can hide in if she ever needs some alone-time), Yasu settles in the school store. The first order of business was to secure a notebook. Doodling always calmed her down, and this was definitely a situation that required stress management techniques. The second order of business...
Is to find some red string, and tie it inside the handbook's spine, carefully fastening it to the inside of her uniform. (The handbook was obviously important, but it didn't feel right to give it a proper home.) Yasu's tongue sticks out slightly as she concentrates on the delicate work, totally oblivious of how odd she must look to any passerby or that there are even any passerby at all.]