Dorm 106
Koishi tilted her head at Caffei as she left the kitchen. Clothes? She had clothes. Comfy clothes. Super duper comfystuffs. Why would she want more? It confused her on several levels, although she quickly forgot the topic a few moments later as her torrent of ideas began running again. She pulled out one of her several notebooks and began writing things down. She wasn't exactly focused on the words much, she'd read them later if she needed to.
Her eyes only glanced over the pages, partially distracted by noise from the other room, the other focused on writing what could possibly be derived as English in the lightest sense of the term. It was a mess of letters which looked closer to some language from a lost civilization. Perhaps it was. Information did get scrambled in her thinkcase from time to time, so it wasn't entirely out of the question. But she could read it, that's what mattered. So she wrote, on and on, in letters big and small, legible and archaic. She even played tic-tack-toe with herself on one of the margins.
Such was another moment in time for Koishi, one that would likely come up many times in the future.
Koishi tilted her head at Caffei as she left the kitchen. Clothes? She had clothes. Comfy clothes. Super duper comfystuffs. Why would she want more? It confused her on several levels, although she quickly forgot the topic a few moments later as her torrent of ideas began running again. She pulled out one of her several notebooks and began writing things down. She wasn't exactly focused on the words much, she'd read them later if she needed to.
Her eyes only glanced over the pages, partially distracted by noise from the other room, the other focused on writing what could possibly be derived as English in the lightest sense of the term. It was a mess of letters which looked closer to some language from a lost civilization. Perhaps it was. Information did get scrambled in her thinkcase from time to time, so it wasn't entirely out of the question. But she could read it, that's what mattered. So she wrote, on and on, in letters big and small, legible and archaic. She even played tic-tack-toe with herself on one of the margins.
Such was another moment in time for Koishi, one that would likely come up many times in the future.
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