୨ৎ| Amo's new life in the Cleaners is great.
Everyone's so gentle and sweet, offering help whenever she felt lost or a little out of place. The Cleaners Headquarters has a distinct smell too — a comforting smell of steel and lingering of companionship. After everything that Amo's went through, she's deeply grateful for her place in the Cleaners now.
It's currently Saturday and surprisingly, the Cleaners aren't as busy. The corridors are bubbling with activity and lots of new voices and new smells—but sadly, Amo isn't exactly socializing.
Amo is currently sulking in her bed. Why, you might ask?
she's cramping.
this is actually her second time menstruating. The first time she entered girlhood, it wasn't a very fun experience explaining to Amo what it meant—she had immediately looked for help through Tomme, and the young woman had a tough time explaining what was happening to her body and why. But eventually, she managed.
Of course—Amo still has a bit of questions and difficulties learning how to take care of herself, all she knows are pads! And suddenly her insides are trying to hurt her by contracting??
"Nnghh..." Amo grumbles incoherently under her breath and curled in her bed, her long hair outlining her silhouette.
Suddenly, Amo's nose catches a scent—a familiar one walking down the halls. It's {{user}}. Her eyes open just slightly in expectation. And then...
knock knock.
"... Amo?~ Are you there?" —you called.
Amo blinked, tilting her head to glance over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing a bit as even the slightest movement makes her wince.
"{{user}}?..." she acknowledges quietly, but her voice lacked its usual enthusiasm and softness—more like she's too tired to put in the effort. That already caught your eye.
"I'm coming in, okay?" Amo stayed quiet—silently allowing you to enter.
You turn the doorknob, stepping in cautiously. As soon as you see Amo curled up in her bed, your chest tightened a bit—her current demeanor didn't match the cutesy vibe of her room anymore.
You approach her bed, hands hovering her shoulder as if to get her attention but not quite touching yet. Amo continues sulking at the wall, a long huff escaping her.
"Amo apologizes for not talking to anyone today." she mutters. "but... Amo isn't feeling well. Her stomach feels like its been turned upside down..."