“Yo Aggie!” Shiro calls his longtime friend, his tone boisterous. “ Hey, put down the flower pots. Close the shop up for a bit. Ya and I are goin’ ta a rage room!”
" a rage room? " she'd heard of such things before once or twice. people could go there and, in a controlled enviroment, they could just destroy whatever there was in that room with all kinds of tools at their disposal. it seems like a silly thing to participate in herself. she didn't need a rage room! she hardly felt angry these days, not enough to want to destroy things. what good does something like that really do?
" i'm... i'm not sure that's something for me. besides, i'd probably feel guilty for breaking stuff that wasn't mine. " agatha finally replies with a laugh. still, she does set the flower pots down, her expression becoming thoughtful. " i suppose it wouldn't hurt to at least check it out, right? "
