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Once stepping back on the overworld, already cheering what little golden light the sunset still spares, Sammie didn’t consider going to any other place than the Queensway Shopping Centre again. She didn’t even turn to glance at Fubuka, the creepy subway entrance, or at Ellie, who kept tripping with the tentacles of both plushies as she climbed the escalator. No; Sammie was too focused scribbling on one of her little notepads as her legs did the rest.
֍ Sammie: Spare clothes, outside clothes, towels, mold remover, rat repellant (minty), soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrushes, a bucket-
֍ Fubuka: -a pair of eyes. Look where you are walking, dumbass.
Sammie casually dodges a man carrying a terrarium with a bonsai inside, eyes still on the notepad.
֍ Sammie: -water dipper, an electric kettle, a fan, showerheads, a folding trolley, and we need to rent a high pressure water gun for a week.
֍ Fubuka: It would have been so funny.
֍ Sammie: Yes, I know that you enjoy the suffering of others. What will you add to the list?
Fubuka shrugs. Then thinks.
֍ Fubuka: I want my pajama to be a dress because those are cute, but with short sleeves because it’s hot. Also a red ribbon for my hair. Or maybe two ribbons? Let’s buy two, I’ll try things out. Oh, and sandals! I found some that look like dream catchers the other day and-
֍ Sammie: -clothes. Already on the list. Moving on.
Fubuka studies Sammie’s baggy clothes and scarf out of spite and ‘hmps!’ away-
-unlike Ellie who is looking at something else.
>>֍E(M5 Perception メ Roll: 82 = Success)<< (???)
