"A few too many," Miyume said.

It was harder to keep the edge of bone deep weariness out of her voice. Her words were starting to slur slightly and to any nearby onlookers, she seemed to be having a hard time keeping her eyes open. She started a bit in her seat, eyes drifting to Mirai.


Miyume tried to sit up a bit straighter in her chair, looking oddly reminiscent of a little girl stubbornly refusing to go to bed. She wanted to keep waiting for Mirai but she suspected that if she didn't start heading back to the dorms, she'd fall asleep in this terrible room.