Who: Misaki and Masamai What: Drinking tea Where: The tea shop When: Post Seiko dungeon Why: To Relax and chat.
Misaki sat by the window waiting patiently, or at least appeared to be. In her hands lay a white napkin that she folded and unfolded several times in a proper pattern. Up and down to the side, then up again and to the opposite side, then down. The slow process was taking her mind off things and she realized she'd done it at least twenty five times in the exact same order. The motion took off some of the tension she was feeling and let her breath some.
She was waiting for Masami, after all it made sense to try to get back slowly and who better then Masami to start with? She was kind, honest, and serious, not someone that jumped to emotional conclusions. It would be harder with the others but she could, at least, make an effort. She'd let herself fall so far into her own depression that she didn't see she was cutting off from the others. Which wasn't the safest of things.
So here she was, waiting, and folding and feeling nervous like it was the start of freshman year all over again. Hopefully she could get friends back. Misaki looked out the window at the people recalling the shopping trips. Had she honestly enjoyed those, or were they just part of the image she had been trying to keep up. She didn't remember anymore and honestly now it didn't matter. She wasn't about to put the mask back on. Dumb sweet Misaki, that's how people saw her. True she could be sweet, but she didn't like the dumb image, it felt like she was some bimbo that was used only for looks and nothing more in the dramas she watched.
Reaching up she looked over the menu again to select a tea to try, something a bit bitter would be a nice change. Maybe she could learn to enjoy the taste of it.