Outside, all around, Mid-Thursday-Morning.

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There was no way that Sakurazaki would have been able to actually sleep at the slumber party, so she'd chosen an opprotune moment to slip out the door and back to her room. She slept pretty soundly, but, when she woke up, she wasn't feeling well at all. Maybe it was a cold (she had been sneezing a lot lately; freaking out in the rain last week probably didn't help), maybe it was s'mores, maybe it was the social anxiety catching up to her...maybe it was something else, but her head was hurting from thinking too many thoughts that she didn't even comprehend and her stomach was tight with clamps of worry.

So she decided to go for a walk. Ultimately, she would have loved to get to the park, but the slight gloom of the day kept her from wandering too far, and she just drifted around outside, occationally stopping for long moment to sit and try to think, but her head was so muddled that she could barely pierce into her consciousness. This upset her greatly. If one could not get inside one's own head, then the person was vulnerable in the worst sort of way. She couldn't even manage to meditate effectively, and when she would stop to collect her chi through excercizes, the attempts were slopping and embarrassing.

Ugh. Her shoulders slumped as she wandered.

[[OOC: Open; interaction during a moment where she's stopped to either meditate or think prefered, for some odd reason]]