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¡Muy buenas con todos! 😚 ... Después de un tiempo sin dibujar, se les presenta una ilustración minimalista en tradicional de Trochi en vuelo  🐦 🕊

Yuuki had read in a book somewhere, once, that doses of normal routine served a great deal to help calm one's self in times of stress. Showering, cleaning, even doing laundry could help supply a sense of normalcy that serves to ground ones thoughts.

Yuuki held their normal clothes in a small sack, wearing a different looking hoodie and sweatpants. Somehow, they were even more lazily dressed than usual. It had been awhile since Yuuki had washed their clothes, that is to say, awhile since they gave them to their mom to wash. They had, to be honest, never done laundry once in their life.

They looked at the dials on the machine, with all these odd phrases. Warm-cold, cold-cold, warm-warm! Perm press, colors, delicates, whitest whites. Deep clean. Extra rinse. Medium soil? They looked at their hoodie... Heavy soil? Heavy hot delicate soil slow cold rinse? The novelist, for the life of them, didn't have the slightest clue what they were looking at.

The rumbling of another washing machine already going, though, provided them with an easy solution. Whatever settings that machine was on would no doubt be fine, and easier than figuring it out for themself. Pausing the already running machine, they looked inside, noting that cult bitch's white dress in there. Ugh. Whatever. Once it was done, they'd take their shit and bounce before she came back. 

That was... quite the sight for all of them now, wasn't it? There was quite the difference between the simulated gore and shock one may put on for a video and the actual, real thing playing out right in front of you. Seeing something you knew was real. It could chill you to the bone. It did.

...Unless you were HOSHI. She seemed to be sitting and staring quite blankly, that same odd smile on her face that has been there the entire time. If she was showing any kind of inner emotional turmoil, it certainly didn't show on her face.

Now... she's looking for people. An audience.  And it seems, in the library, she has found her victim. She approaches him silently, sits, and stares staring at him, waiting for him to notice her. Under her breath, she's whispering something in a delicate, high pitched voice.

Jin Saishu.... Jin Saishu...

“Traitors…?” Libra frowns behind his mask. He hadn’t really even thought about getting betrayed. “Would anyone really do that…? Then again…people are unpredictable…Hm…” 

Not that Shu has much of a frame of reference, but are laboratories supposed to be this cold? She hugs her arms around her body as she walks through the Chemist Research Lab, shivering all the while. As far as she knew, her science classes had always been held at a normal room temperature.

The lab might as well be an icebox.

"This place is the worst!"

Maybe she can find a fur-lined lab coat somewhere. She needs it!