November 24, 2012 – 3PM
"Hello, folks..."
A young woman of twenty frowned absently as the readers entered the chapter. She was looking through her customized binder – her ShinKai binder, actually – looking through her various notes and plans, and wasn't really paying attention. She was torn between doing drabbles, her duty with My Dearest Mirror, and her Christmas story special for next month, which wasn't too far away, and she still needed to answer the pile of reviews that she reviewed in her absence.
Glowing Glasses was carefully not thinking about her other stories, or else she would go nuts in an attempt to finish over twenty or so stories all at once.
Not to mention her mission of correcting Dove&Bullet and her one shots.
Shinichi walked into the living room, and paused. He glanced at the readers, offering a polite smile, before walking over and tugging at Glasses's messy ponytail.
"Oi, we have visitors," Shinichi calmly pointed out to her.
"Ngh. What?" Glasses grumbled, blinking as she looked up. Her jaw dropped, startled. "Oh! Hi, guys! I'm just telling you all that if I haven't PMed you back yet, or responded to your latest reviews in Luck&Death, don't worry or feel neglected. I'm just busy. And still building up my ShinKai binder, too," She grinned, presenting her binder to them. "My printer has ink now, so I can print out my stories and put them away – I tried writing everything by hand, but, erm. Too many words, not enough patience."
She flipped open her binder again, going into her temporary agenda pages – temporary, because she was planning on using a planner to write in, since that would be more suitable.
"Today, I'm going to devote a few hours in answering the reviews. I seriously need to catch up on those, even though I kinda don't want to – I want to chill out and watch TV, or kill a few hours by soaking up hot water in the bath tub. With bubbles!" She added, mournfully. She loved her bubbles. "And I have a headache, too. Ugh. Shinichi, do you love me?" Glasses suddenly asked, twisting around to look at him with wide eyes.
He regarded her warily. "Why?"
"Because I need painkillers. Get me some!" Glasses demanded petulantly. She blinked at his unimpressed stare, and then sheepishly added, "Please?"
Shinichi sighed long-sufferingly, but nodded. "Sure. Where are they?"
"I don't know. Use your detective powers."
Shinichi deadpanned.
In the end, he found them on the top of one of the book shelves in the living room, inside a plastic cup with "SK+FAN+LULZ=APPLES" written on it with her handwriting.
What did that even mean?
Glasses didn't have a fucking clue, and theorized that she must've written it as a note to herself – probably about a plunnie with Shinichi and Kaito, an electric fan, some hijinks and apple cider.
Or...something.
She let Shinichi take off with it, however, to give him a riddle to puzzle over. Hell, he'd probably figure it out better than herself.
"Anyway, guys, I'm busy. I'll get back to you ASAP once I finish answering all of my reviews."
"Glass-chan! Your pumpkin pie is done!" Kaito yelled from the kitchen.
She perked up. "Ooo~! Change of plans - pie first, then reviews."