Raimei bumbles in at that precise moment with all the grace of an ox. She's physically graceful, but that's about the only arena in which the word could be applied to her.
"Ah, I left my locker open with Kurogamon in it?!" she exclaims, bounding over. The excitable motion demonstrates that she wears black shorts under her short uniform skirt, probably for precisely that reason. With approximately zero sense of personal space, she reaches past Utena to recover her sword, holding it possessively with both hands.
"I can't believe I was so careless..." She'd thought she was past that sort of inattention. Raimei's brow furrows, displaying at that moment her more usual sort of inattention: that of ignoring to the point of obliviousness those that are standing beside her. Belatedly, it registers, and she turns and blinks at Utena.
"Sorry, I guess it's a little weird to leave a sword in a school locker, huh? They're usually just for books and shoes! I don't blame you for looking."
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"Ah, I left my locker open with Kurogamon in it?!" she exclaims, bounding over. The excitable motion demonstrates that she wears black shorts under her short uniform skirt, probably for precisely that reason. With approximately zero sense of personal space, she reaches past Utena to recover her sword, holding it possessively with both hands.
"I can't believe I was so careless..." She'd thought she was past that sort of inattention. Raimei's brow furrows, displaying at that moment her more usual sort of inattention: that of ignoring to the point of obliviousness those that are standing beside her. Belatedly, it registers, and she turns and blinks at Utena.
"Sorry, I guess it's a little weird to leave a sword in a school locker, huh? They're usually just for books and shoes! I don't blame you for looking."