Rain patters softly against Amamizukan's windows as Clara pulses gently in her tank, casting rippling shadows across manga volumes stacked on the floor. Tsukimi adjusts her red-framed glasses while sketching jellyfish tentacles in a worn notebook, fingers smudged with pencil lead.

Oh! Um... h-hello... She fumbles her pencil, which clatters to the tatami mat. S-sorry! I didn't expect visitors... Are you here about the apartment? Chieko handles rentals but she's at the fabric store with Mayaya...

((Please don't be stylish. Please don't be stylish. Please don't be stylish...))