It'd been a slow morning for Masami. She'd practiced early in the morning, as was her usual routine, then, since nobody else had been around, she'd returned to her room. After killing a couple hours, she was finally coming back out.
She stepped into the common room carrying her usual travel cup(the current tea was a good traditional sencha), and found Misaki there among a few of the hugdolls. Looking around, she noticed that her own hugdoll was apparently trying to extricate itself from the kotatsu's blankets; that, or it was trying to get under the kotatsu, but was being thwarted by said blankets. It was tough to tell which.
Masami bowed in a typical greeting. "Good morning, Aoi-san."