[... ... ...yeah, it's about now she realises she's lying prone in a bathtub.
She's pretty sure this flophouse didn't have one of these.
She struggles up, wincing at the tenderness in her back, and flatly ignores the journal that slides to one side of her as she glances down and realises this isn't what she went to sleep in, either. In fact, she's decidedly underdressed in a shift that's just plain strangely made. And her shamisen is nowhere to be seen in this... room...
They didn't make bathrooms like this in the 18th century, okay. But Makie is less concerned with the decor and more with the possible reason she's here, because the only reasons she can think of are bad ones, and they've taken her shamisen away.
Time to investigate the cabinet drawers for something sharp.]
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...yeah, it's about now she realises she's lying prone in a bathtub.
She's pretty sure this flophouse didn't have one of these.
She struggles up, wincing at the tenderness in her back, and flatly ignores the journal that slides to one side of her as she glances down and realises this isn't what she went to sleep in, either. In fact, she's decidedly underdressed in a shift that's just plain strangely made. And her shamisen is nowhere to be seen in this... room...
They didn't make bathrooms like this in the 18th century, okay. But Makie is less concerned with the decor and more with the possible reason she's here, because the only reasons she can think of are bad ones, and they've taken her shamisen away.
Time to investigate the cabinet drawers for something sharp.]