[Prologue: Nani?] || Natsume || Closed: Charger
What— What’s going on? Was I dreaming…?
Natsume pulled herself into a seated position, running a hand through her hair as she murmured a string of incomprehensible things. She let out a heavy sigh, allowing her eyes to flutter open before fixating them on the TV screen. She watched in silence, tilting her head in skepticism as the strange woman spoke— her bright, green eyes practically boring through her. Cripes, a-am I sick…?
“Eh…I know you guys aren’t infected or anything, so that’s good…!”
Letting out another sigh—- this time, of relief, the girl placed her head in her knees. Thank god.
Oh, was she being selfish? Apathetic? Natsume squeezed her eyes shut. It didn’t matter now— not after she’d made it this far. In the end, the girl was practically friendless, and her parents— would they even notice her absence? Surely, they’d fine— after all, they had money to get by.
Mama, Papa… don’t forget to feed the fish.
Pulling herself from her bed, Natsume feebly made her way to the door. Turning on her heel, she took one last glance around her new living space, making small mental notes to herself. Surely, she had some redecorating to do.
After leaving her room, she promptly leaned against the door— her eyes dancing from person to person. Oh god, social interaction. Natsume bit her lip, giving her eyes a quick roll before pushing herself forward.
"Excuse me—" She said, taking a step towards a rather colorful individual. “Have you seen any hand-sanitizer or disinfectant wipes around…? You know, precautions.”
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