[Futaba had no idea what awaited her at home. She came into her room as she would any other day. Her attention wasn't directed at the bed, not at first.
First, she flicks on the light, quietly trying to shoo one of the cats away from her feet so she wouldn't trip as she moves to her computer. She idly clicks her mouse, display coming to life to show very little of interest if her disappointed sigh was anything to go by.
But then she's turning around with the idea of flopping on her bed and maybe playing some games--except there's someone on her bed. So she shrieks, grabbing some spare part haphazardly from her desk, prepared to chuck it--]
action;
First, she flicks on the light, quietly trying to shoo one of the cats away from her feet so she wouldn't trip as she moves to her computer. She idly clicks her mouse, display coming to life to show very little of interest if her disappointed sigh was anything to go by.
But then she's turning around with the idea of flopping on her bed and maybe playing some games--except there's someone on her bed. So she shrieks, grabbing some spare part haphazardly from her desk, prepared to chuck it--]
Inari?!?
[What. The. Fuck.]