In the kitchen.
Akeno: Now holding the broom she stood in the kitchen and looked down where the shards were supposed to be. [I… Took the task to clean it up but… How do I know where they are?]
She pressed her foot on the floor, the exposed part which wasn't covered by bandages and rubbed it across the floor. [I'll feel the shards if there are any… Wait, won't I get hurt doing this too?]
The door had opened on its own. Even before Gracie intended to enter. Inviting her to step inside.
The room was dim, the only source of lighting was the lamp on the bedside table.
Inside Alina sat on her bed blanket to her waist over her legs and looked outside the opened window in the rain and blowing wind which didn't dare enter her presence.
Inside two chairs were lying on the floor.
Gracie: Even though already inside knocks on the door. "Miss Alina."
Alina: She turns around to look towards Gracie. Her cold gaze met Gracie's eyes.
Gracie: She flinched and stiffened when Alina turned to her. [Now what? Did you do something wrong… No, not this time.]
Alina: She sighs and closes her eyes, looks outside the window and back at Gracie. She gestures to Gracie to come closer.
Gracie: She walks over to Alina with a quickened and steady pace as if practiced countless times. "Yes, Miss Alina. You wanted me?"
Alina: She doesn't say anything but points out the window towards the ground.
Gracie: [What? Is something down there?] She walks to the window and looks down…
Alina's undergarments were still there, on the clothesline in the rain. Soaking wet. Only hers.
Gracie: [Oh.]
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Gracie: Gulps "Ahh, umm…" [Should I make an excuse?] She doesn't even dare look at Alina's direction. [Should I say her panties stink…? No, that's even worse. What about, 'It was already wet'? Nah. Then she'll say 'Could've dried it inside' What do I say?]
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Gracie: Still looking outside leaning on the window and the air crashing on her face like her about to come fate.
[... Why isn't she saying anything? It's too quiet here. Though, it's probably for the best that I wait for her to call me and then, I look at her…]
Waiting for some voice and cupping her neck, [No, If I took too much time to look at her she may get even more mad…]
Gracie slowly turned towards Alina… And there she was staring right at Gracie.
[I shouldn't have forgotten.]
Alina: "Why did I call it?" She whispers to herself but is loud enough for Gracie to hear.
Gracie: [What is she talking about?] She had her doubts but didn't dare ask anything to Alina. "Miss Alina."
Alina: her gaze on Gracie, "Hm?"
Gracie: "Are you… Mad?—"
Alina: "Nah. It's kinda more of… Disappointment."
Gracie: Her eyes widen at Alina's words but she says nothing and her hand is again about to cup her neck but she stops herself [No] and pulls her hand back down.
Alina: Seeing Gracie's instinctively retreating her hand back before cupping her neck she softly smiles. "You remember?" she said in a soft voice.
Gracie: She didn't dare to look up to her eyes. With her head low she just nods. [Did I hear it right? The load over her head must've loosened.] Breathes of relief. [Good]
Alina: sighs and plays with the hem of the blanket, "So, dear. I'm sorry for earlier."
Gracie: When she heard what Alina just said she perked up, [Did she say sorry?]
Alina: She pushed the blanket off of her. Still sitting on the bed she started playing with the hem of her skirt.
"Dear, you know my mind isn't in the right place and…" She turns to look towards Gracie "Come here. I don't like being alone." She pouts.
Gracie: She hurriedly sat beside Alina on the edge of the bed as instructed, [God, I can't understand her at all.] Alina sighs, in a frustrated sense, [Yeah, I think she's still ain't in a good mood.]
Alina: still pointing, "Now, what was I saying…? Nah, forget about it. You wouldn't understand my reasoning anyway."
While playing with the skirt she tore it a bit. "... Such a bad item, wonder who brought it…" mutters to herself and she again pouted.
Gracie: "I… It was you, Miss Alina."
Alina: She gave side eyes to Gracie. "I can recall. Don't remind me…"
Gracie: Her shoulder drops, [Yeah, her mind isn't at the right place yet. Though, she looks better than she was before.]
Gracie glanced between the tiny torn on the skirt and back to Alina, still with that pout, to the point her cheeks were now red.
[Is she… Trying to look cute?]
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In the kitchen.
Akeno: [My ankle hurts for some reason]