[Kotone is... tired. Really, really tired. That whole thing with Dazai and Akechi and Chuuya really took a lot out of her. Chuuya says she helped, but it doesn't feel like she did anything, not really. Not to mention coming to terms with everything Dazai had done and had been willing to do is a lot to reconcile.
Sometimes when she'd been lost, she'd go to the school roof. It was nice up there. Peaceful. She could sit on the bench or lean over the rail and stare out over the sea for what felt like miles and miles, getting lost in the distance instead of her own thoughts. That's where she'd been before all this had happened in Aldrip -- she'd been on the roof with Aigis, her head in her robotic teammate's lap, the sun warming her face and the breeze cooling her skin as she tried not to fall asleep.
The club building doesn't have the same height the school had, but it's still close enough. There aren't any benches, but she also doesn't want to lean over the rail and risk someone below wondering why she isn't waving at them. So she sinks to the ground near it and draws her knees into herself, resting her head atop her crossed arms and staring out at what she can see. A moment, then she shifts just enough to put her headphones on and turn on her MP3 player. It's nice to block out the sounds of the world for a bit.]
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Sometimes when she'd been lost, she'd go to the school roof. It was nice up there. Peaceful. She could sit on the bench or lean over the rail and stare out over the sea for what felt like miles and miles, getting lost in the distance instead of her own thoughts. That's where she'd been before all this had happened in Aldrip -- she'd been on the roof with Aigis, her head in her robotic teammate's lap, the sun warming her face and the breeze cooling her skin as she tried not to fall asleep.
The club building doesn't have the same height the school had, but it's still close enough. There aren't any benches, but she also doesn't want to lean over the rail and risk someone below wondering why she isn't waving at them. So she sinks to the ground near it and draws her knees into herself, resting her head atop her crossed arms and staring out at what she can see. A moment, then she shifts just enough to put her headphones on and turn on her MP3 player. It's nice to block out the sounds of the world for a bit.]