How can I be of assistance, acetanba?
--- It was probably a bad choice on her behalf, to have stayed up so late reading a novel....To her defense though, it was intriguing and kept her engaged so late that she didn’t even realize the time until it was too late. Having slept only a few hours before the start of school, Misaki had already held back several yawns but it wasn’t hard to tell she was lacking sleep by her bleary eyes. Pinching her cheeks with hopes to getting color to them and waking herself up, she ambled through the front gates of the school. She looked like the undead, walking slowly and with out-of-focus eyes...Heading for the shoe lockers, she greeted people that greeted her. “Good morn--,” she started, but her greeting was cut off by a yawn.










