Fuyuko continued to keep her eyes shut at Ji's response as-

	Wait, did his voice just crack?

	... [i]Pfft-[/i] Ah, oops. 

	Without meaning to, a laugh started to escape her lips before Fuyuko quickly brought a hand to her mouth and clamped it shut. She dared to peak open her eyes to look into the room and saw Ji, back straight as a rod, dutifully sitting on his bed and turned completely away from the opposite door. [i][color=d0bdb9]'That's kind of cute,'[/color][/i] she thought as she also looked over on her side of the room and saw that nothing had been shifted. A pang of guilt shot through her body, but she swallowed it as she took a few steps outside.

	And then guilt turned into pain as she slipped on the wooden floor and landed with a yelp. 

	Fuyuko immediately scrambled to stand again, rushing out a hurried [color=d0bdb9]"I'm fine!"[/color] Red and heat began to paint her cheeks as she hurried over to the single closet in the room, quickly taking out her white plaid flannel, blue jeans, and woolen kitten socks before rushing back into the bathroom in a hurried panic for the second time today. She tried to ignore the embarrassment that was flooding her face as she began not only thinking about her fall, but also how she had practically flew into the bathroom earlier, struggling to put on her clothes properly.

	Once she finally got herself dressed, she left the bathroom, closing it with a click. She then deposited all her used clothes in a laundry basket she placed near the closet before crawling onto her bed facing Ji and picking up her guitar. Embarrased, anxious, and with a towel still draped over her head, she placed the body of the guitar in her lap, the neck standing straight up and caught in a death grip as she tried to turn invisible behind it. [color=d0bdb9]"I'm done now,"[/color] she meekly let out, wishing desperately that she could have been born part chameleon rather than part cat.