[From behind a tangle of impossibly long, black hair, a pair of red eyes scan the room, blinking twice to dispel any thoughts of sleep. The young woman pops into a seated position, stretching her arms overhead as the bedsheets pool around her waist. Glancing around, she spots the blank, silent smartphone and lifts it between two fingers, dangling it before her face and regarding it as though diseased. With a huff of irritation she casually flings it away, its velocity seeming far higher than her efforts might indicate, no mind paid to trajectory. She has yet to notice, or care, whether anyone else is present to be struck.]
[Next, she glances down at the long sleeved, ruffled nightgown she's dressed in, her face twisting in distaste. She tugs at one long sleeve, ripping the seam at the armscye and yanking it free with a triumphant smile. The other arm is similarly torn free before she starts on the neck ruffles, a low-cut, jagged neckline left behind. The ruffles themselves, rather than being thrown aside, she holds before her face, glancing at them with impassive curiosity before beginning to carelessly shred the material and drop the resulting shards in her lap.]
Saya Otonashi | Blood + | Option 1
[Next, she glances down at the long sleeved, ruffled nightgown she's dressed in, her face twisting in distaste. She tugs at one long sleeve, ripping the seam at the armscye and yanking it free with a triumphant smile. The other arm is similarly torn free before she starts on the neck ruffles, a low-cut, jagged neckline left behind. The ruffles themselves, rather than being thrown aside, she holds before her face, glancing at them with impassive curiosity before beginning to carelessly shred the material and drop the resulting shards in her lap.]