[ that night, bishamon wound up taken shelter within lapis' room, who had been kind enough to take the desolate former goddess in after she'd gone and thrown another tantrum and barged out of her own room. lapis had been kind, and understanding, but bishamon had no intention of taking advantage of the young woman's hospitality twice (though technically, this would be the third) and so the better half of the next day was spent coming to terms with her situation... and trying to figure out how to mend ties that have barely even been given the opportunity to form.
for better or for worse, these people are her comrades. unfortunate souls just like her, ripped from their worlds and called upon to fight a war neither of them had any business in caring about. she might not have appreciated nobunaga's attempts at cheering her up... but she could, at the very least, acknowledge them.
and so the evening of the following day, whenever nobunaga should come home, she will find a note on her own pillow. torn from what appears to be one of those journals, the kind you're likely to find in a stationary shop or in the hands of a fourteen year old girl, is a single page, folded up. the note itself reads: ]
No hard feelings?
[ unfortunately, there is no adorable cat plush to accompany the note (since the writer is currently f l a t b r o k e)
but in its stead are what appears to be attempts at fat black cat doodles crawling all around the margins of the paper... ]
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Date: 2016-06-13 07:43 pm (UTC)for better or for worse, these people are her comrades. unfortunate souls just like her, ripped from their worlds and called upon to fight a war neither of them had any business in caring about. she might not have appreciated nobunaga's attempts at cheering her up... but she could, at the very least, acknowledge them.
and so the evening of the following day, whenever nobunaga should come home, she will find a note on her own pillow. torn from what appears to be one of those journals, the kind you're likely to find in a stationary shop or in the hands of a fourteen year old girl, is a single page, folded up. the note itself reads: ] [ unfortunately, there is no adorable cat plush to accompany the note (since the writer is currently f l a t b r o k e)
but in its stead are what appears to be attempts at fat black cat doodles crawling all around the margins of the paper... ]