Halloween
Tsukimori Len sighed as he took a glance at the wall clock. Fifteen minutes to six o'clock, and it is time to go home. He took another sigh as he bent down to secure the violin inside its case. Another day of meticulous practice has passed.
He pushed the door open, and he frowned as an indescribable figure met his eyes.
"..."
"Eh?! What're you still doing here, Tsukimori-kun?!"
He shrugged her question off.
"...And what are you supposed to be?"
"Neh?" She blinked, and he frowned, again. He must have missed announcements regarding Halloween parties and stupid costumes. "A ghost," she added helpfully.
"You look like a bed sheet."
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yeah, pointless. applaud me.