[ The voice comes, oddly enough, from above. Shijima likes being high up when she can be, but she drops out of the rafters after she speaks, landing easily on her feet like the cat she was born as. Standing upright, she's barely four foot six - and she rarely stands upright, instead slouching forward lazily, her white hair a tangle over her shoulders. ]
Or anything ominous. That's idiotic.
[ But interesting enough for her to comment on it, even as she patiently waits for what she suspects will be an absurd explanation. ]
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[ The voice comes, oddly enough, from above. Shijima likes being high up when she can be, but she drops out of the rafters after she speaks, landing easily on her feet like the cat she was born as. Standing upright, she's barely four foot six - and she rarely stands upright, instead slouching forward lazily, her white hair a tangle over her shoulders. ]
Or anything ominous. That's idiotic.
[ But interesting enough for her to comment on it, even as she patiently waits for what she suspects will be an absurd explanation. ]