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"Excuse me, um... hi! Sorry to bother you, but I, uh, found a couple wine glasses in the sink, and I was just wondering if you knew anything about why they were there?"
She looks flustered and blushes.
W..W-Win glasses? But -- But I cleaned those and put them away! I-I'm sure of it...!!
Aww, lonely? That's no fun! I think we're all just a little... scared. Oh, but I'd be happy to talk to you anytime, if you want! And I was kind of wondering... I only really see you when you're making announcements and stuff. What do you do all day?
She smiles.
If you're scared, that's good~! Teehee!
And as for what I do...
I have a room, on the top floor! I stay there, usually. Watch TV, browse the internet, et cetera~!
Um... Hello! It, uh... it kinda seems like no one ever talks to you, so... how are you?
She puts her hands on her hips.
Oh~! Hello, you're the forger, right~! It's nice to properly meet you!
She gives a bright smile.
Ah, I'm good, thank you, thank you~! A bit lonely, though...
"Hi! So, I'm trying to get everyone's accounts and stuff." She holds out a notebook and pen. "Do you mind writing down where you were last night, after dinner?"
Shizuka grabbed the notebook and pen out of the forger's hands and began logging in the information. She didn't make eye contact with Rika the entire time.
Shizuka Kurosawa: I went into the library to search for certain books. After I was finished, I went to my bedroom.
She shoved the notebook back to the girl.
Fabulist (Lynn + Rika)
A cup of nice hot leaf juice at her side, Lynn pores over books she had brought over from the library. There isn't an awful amount of visibility in that closed room full of shelves, so she's staying put in the study, necklace in hand in case she needs to slash at anyone.
Oh look, the door is opening. She tenses her shoulders immediately, ready to bolt and abandon this perfectly good stack of mystery novels because she rather enjoys staying alive. What is a woman without an ally in the world if not a now-or-future victim?
