Rustic
Drunken Bumpkin
sachi sighed once she realized keiji had managed to step on glass. he had somehow managed to diffuse the tension, if maybe in the most pitiful way. for a moment she isn't terribly sure how to deal with the situation, but it seemed like he had already gotten on his way to fixing it before she can do anything. "alright...?" she responds awkwardly, terribly confused as he hobbles his way out. she rubs the bridge of her nose as the door to the cabin closes, a little more exasperated for the experience.
[SIZE= 16px]as sachi leans back into her chair as the door shuts behind him, her thoughts come back into focus. maybe it was just the glass breaking, but even something like this felt familar. it really seemed to put into perspective just how much time they might've spent together before. that certainly wasn't helping her make a decision about it, though. she was ready to dismiss all of this as inconsequential, but in truth, it still felt hard to do with how little she remembered. sachi ran her fingers through her hair, still unsure of what to do. it was starting to become infuriating. she closed her eyes and sat back, taking a breath.[/SIZE]
'aren't vacations supposed to be relaxing...?' not that it was ever going to be easy, but this level of stress felt pathetic. sachi stood up, walked to the fridge, took one of the cups from the cabinet, and poured herself a drink. one step at a time.