“ why do the gods want us to SUFFER ? ” she thinks she’s being funny, all the while bemoaning as a downpour overtakes fukuoka and foils her idea for a possible excursion; camille needs these breaks, from practice, from her hotel room... it keeps her from going stir-crazy for different reasons, hence why she wishes her desired park outing hadn’t just been axed by mother nature. she saunters to her bed, flopping back with a disappointed sigh and tilting her head back for a better view of her companion, once invited to go on said adventure. “ any other ideas ? because i don’t know about you, but i’m not REALLY in the mood to sit in here all day. ” cami says this in spite of the fact that she lays limp in her aforementioned position — thus she can’t quite deny that a part of her wouldn’t be as discontent as she lets on if she remained like this.