Steps echoed down the dusty halls, making her already dirty sneakers even dirtier. She didn't mind, she was used to getting her things dirty. (Most of the time because soeone else was washing it for her.) There was not a person here; she frowned. An almost social butterfly, she wondered what she was doing here.
Out of a random impulse, she decided to visit the third floor. She heard from a little voice that this place was just short of being forbidden, but also pretty deserted. Anything could happen in here and no one would notice.
She leaned against one side of the halls, staring into one spot on the opposite side. She sighed, thinking, and kicking up more dust.
Aoi was bored; bored enough to be even boreder (if that was a word, she asked herself).
Out of a random impulse, she decided to visit the third floor. She heard from a little voice that this place was just short of being forbidden, but also pretty deserted. Anything could happen in here and no one would notice.
She leaned against one side of the halls, staring into one spot on the opposite side. She sighed, thinking, and kicking up more dust.
Aoi was bored; bored enough to be even boreder (if that was a word, she asked herself).