[The past couple of weeks had been stressful to say the least and with the disappearance of Ami, Rei hadn't particularly felt like hanging around the senshi household. She'd gone out for more supplies - mainly paper and ink to make up for all the ofuda she'd used against the heartless - and more ways to make her small makeshift shrine feel more like home. In her miko robe, her footsteps were silent when she headed back into her shrine. The only sound before she spoke was a paper bag plopping on the floor near the doorway.
She shouldn't have been surprised by the person she saw sitting there, meditating. She hadn't thought of him as the meditating type...]
Do you always march into strangers' places and make yourself at home?
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She shouldn't have been surprised by the person she saw sitting there, meditating. She hadn't thought of him as the meditating type...]
Do you always march into strangers' places and make yourself at home?