[Her own comfort with the lack of noise for its own sake is a rare hallmark. Once upon a time in her life, silence was the promise of a threat, the prelude to violence, and its presence had made her skin crawl, back then.
But in the present, Nariko finishes eating and is no less animated! Chin in both hands, the smears in her pile of ketchup threaten to tell her fortune. Fall asleep somewhere random? Find company for the night? The slow and dreary process of removing her makeup and slithering into boring pajamas, flopping under hotel sheets.
Bleh.
She decides to bend over and try to get her shoes back on, assured of her increasing sobriety until the corner of the table and her forehead kiss violently! Her eyes cross a little,]
Nnngh...
[It is still going to be a long night. But at least one shoe is on!]
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But in the present, Nariko finishes eating and is no less animated! Chin in both hands, the smears in her pile of ketchup threaten to tell her fortune. Fall asleep somewhere random? Find company for the night? The slow and dreary process of removing her makeup and slithering into boring pajamas, flopping under hotel sheets.
Bleh.
She decides to bend over and try to get her shoes back on, assured of her increasing sobriety until the corner of the table and her forehead kiss violently! Her eyes cross a little,]
Nnngh...
[It is still going to be a long night. But at least one shoe is on!]