[b]Shinobu Resan[/b]
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Like some doll, Shinobu was easily pushed towards the next room, giving her Senpai only a small nod for some sort of conformation or similar. She still couldn't believe what just happened, really, it just felt too real.

But that was the thing if she would wake up from this nightmare everything would be fine, no? So why was she even so troubled by all this? Maybe it was a sign? Maybe she should make sure the next time she saw the red-hair to definitely get along with her? Whatever the case was, Shinobu didn't want to think too much now and simply decided to ignore everything and anyone and try to end this nightmare simply by falling asleep. But what if this wasn't a dream? A thought that plagued her at least two more hours before she finally fell asleep on the few desks she put together as an improvised bed.
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Unlike the harsh reality the muffler girl was in, it was clearly visible that her own dream world was a place people could enjoy themselves in. Either that, or her drooling combined with a really happy face was a completely normal sleeping habit. Obviously her peace was disturbed by yet another annoying monstrosity. Slowly opening her eyes the first thing she realized was the discomfort of the tables, her entire back hurt but she got up nonetheless.

Having a look around it slowly came back to her, the place she was trapped in, for better or worse, not her own nightmare. Upon gazing on the small pile of...flesh...thoughts of yesterday came back to her, if this was real, it meant...the person...really... . [b]No.[/b] The green hair shook her head, she was completely idiotic and useless yesterday, she even had to be babysitted. No, Shinobu was a strong Independent otaku that would make it out of here alive, if common sense didn't apply here, there was nothing wrong with going after what she learned in horror games, right? Despite, being sad and gloomy didn't fit her at all, not to mention dwelling on the past was a thing she disliked.

Having encouraged herself and grabbing her muffler more tightly she was actually able to put a slight smile on her face before returning to more urgent matters; the quarrel in front of the door did not slip her attention. Before she could speak her mind however, Shiori put her attention towards the mute screamer: a boy who looked worse than the poorest zombie-horror-eyes-hobo in the real world, for Shinobus taste, definitely not human, just the eyes made that clear enough. Compared to yesterday that thing was nothing though. Getting closer to the group at the door she finally spoke her mind, tightening the grip she had on her muffler.[b]"I agree with Aito-kun, I think somewhere else is still safer than here! I also think we should make haste...oh, and good morning by the way!"[/b]