Fourth Floor Common Room; Friday Night.

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Getting purple jello stains out of a white blouse? Impossible. Getting it out of white skin? May as well be impossible. Face still slightly splashed with remnants of purple that no amount of scrubbing seemed to get rid of (who knew lack of pigmentation could stain so much?), Sakurazaki drifts down to the common room, looking extremely tired (mmmm, comfy PJs)...and strangely very whimsical. Happy. Her shoulders slump and her feet drag, but she can't seem to erradicate her smile. Even spending several hours down in the salle trying to clean off Yuunagi didn't phase this sudden (for lack of a better word) mellow. Neither did the fact that she was starving. Neither did the fact that her back was in a lot of pain. She wasn't even really bothered by the fact that everyone at the race had seen her wings (although she did secretly hope that they had mostly been too preoccupied to notice her darting around the sky like that).

Nope. Nothing. She sighs wistfully.

But there was still food to be had. Lots of food. Her stomach rumbles loudly as she reaches for a pan and her rice. She gives it a little snarl. //"You'd think all that jello would be enough food for one day..."//

[[s'opeeeeeeen!]]