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[The video flickers on to show one Rin lying on her futon, with her sleeping yukata a little disheveled and sliding down her shoulders.
But what is this! Lying next to her is one Setsuna F. Seiei in an equally unkempt state, with chocolate smudges on his face.
Slowly, Rin stirs. She props herself up on one arm, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with the other hand.
Then, her eyes widen, almost to the point where you might think they're going to pop out of her head soon, and scrambles to sit up.]
... hnngh!
[She only makes that strangled noise, memories from the previous day flooding her, unsure what would be worse: not apologizing profusely right now or waking Setsuna up. And so she sits there, aghast and a little helpless.]
But what is this! Lying next to her is one Setsuna F. Seiei in an equally unkempt state, with chocolate smudges on his face.
Slowly, Rin stirs. She props herself up on one arm, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with the other hand.
Then, her eyes widen, almost to the point where you might think they're going to pop out of her head soon, and scrambles to sit up.]
... hnngh!
[She only makes that strangled noise, memories from the previous day flooding her, unsure what would be worse: not apologizing profusely right now or waking Setsuna up. And so she sits there, aghast and a little helpless.]
