Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27444479-20160229210714

The other one died.

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Sachiyo wakes up, her hair in a crazy mess. The very short pajama shorts and layered tank tops she wore to bed the night before smell weird. So do her armpits. (OK OK, TOO MUCH)

She rolls over to look at the clock on her hotel bed's nightstand.

8:01

Close enough to my normal wake-up time on the weekends (8:00) anyway, she thinks. 