[ Tsubasa's method of attack for the "afterparty" of sorts isn't too dissimilar from the way she handled the party but a few days ago: she threw herself into cooking, practically turning the kitchen into her second home, rarely making an appearance out into the main party area for brief socialization with her fellow patients. It was hardly an atmosphere made for friendly conversation, but it was still surprising to Tsubasa just how many people had came out. It had been a good idea to hold a gathering, she had figured, if only for the solace that each of them could take in each other's company. The fact that so many of them could carry on and unite, at least in some form, even in the wake of what they had just seen...
Well, something about it is inspiring to Tsubasa. But by the time she finally deems for to make her rounds and step out of the kitchen, she's surprised to find that Nachetanya isn't present, apparently having retired back to her room.
That won't do.
After she notices that, it isn't too long until she makes her way to Room 11, after a quick pitstop. The night is still fairly young, and plenty of them are still out and about in the dining room (who could sleep soundly after that?), so the odds that she'll be seen here aren't as slim as she'd like. But even so, Tsubasa boldly knocks on the closed door of the room, clad in unfamiliar garb: she's in her nurse uniform, and she knows exactly what she's doing here. ]
Nachetanya. It's Tsubasa. Please let me in; every second you don't is another second I have to stand out here in these clothes, and I'd be very, very embarrassed if someone else were to see me dressed like this...
[ Her tone isn't exactly sing-song. But it's surprisingly chipper, considering everything they went through today. ]
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Well, something about it is inspiring to Tsubasa. But by the time she finally deems for to make her rounds and step out of the kitchen, she's surprised to find that Nachetanya isn't present, apparently having retired back to her room.
That won't do.
After she notices that, it isn't too long until she makes her way to Room 11, after a quick pitstop. The night is still fairly young, and plenty of them are still out and about in the dining room (who could sleep soundly after that?), so the odds that she'll be seen here aren't as slim as she'd like. But even so, Tsubasa boldly knocks on the closed door of the room, clad in unfamiliar garb: she's in her nurse uniform, and she knows exactly what she's doing here. ]
Nachetanya. It's Tsubasa. Please let me in; every second you don't is another second I have to stand out here in these clothes, and I'd be very, very embarrassed if someone else were to see me dressed like this...
[ Her tone isn't exactly sing-song. But it's surprisingly chipper, considering everything they went through today. ]
And I'm not leaving until you open the door.