[When Clamor walks into the classroom, he finds Ritsuka sprawled over one of the desks, fiddling with a glove that fits over her tattooed hand and- hey, where in the blazes did she get that outfit?
She frowns at the glove, tugging it over her hand again, aiming at a wall, firmly saying,] Gandr, [...and yet nothing happens.
Ritsuka slams her head against the desk and sighs, twirling some... some...
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She frowns at the glove, tugging it over her hand again, aiming at a wall, firmly saying,] Gandr, [...and yet nothing happens.
Ritsuka slams her head against the desk and sighs, twirling some... some...
Is she twirling a loop of sand in her fingers?]
Oh, hey, Clamor. Am I in your way?