[ She's still in the process of nosing around when she comes to have an inspect of the cabanas. She's not really looking for anything in particular, just something that might give her some kind of clue why she's here and what's even going on. But then she spots the little pile of things while she's mid snoop, and her brain sort of comes to a screeching halt with the realization that those are her things. She doesn't know how or why she knows it with such certainty, she just does – and well, it'd be a pretty big coincidence for there to be someone else here with a big muse aesthetic.
Without even thinking about it, Honoka kicks off her shoes and clambers up onto the couch, tucking her legs under her so she can settle in comfortably to go through all this stuff. It all feels like it rings a bell in some weird far-off corner of her mind, but she can't quite get all the way there herself. It's frustrating.
It isn't until someone approaches that she looks up from what she's doing. At first, she's too engrossed to really do much more than give them a passing glance. But then she does a triple take and splutters in shock, scrambling to get herself off the couch so quick that she just full on falls off the fucking thing. That's our Honoka!
Red-faced and babbling, she tries to regain at least a scrap of respectability by scrambling back to her feet but... well, like I said. It's Honoka. ]
W–wh–whoa, hold on! Don't get mad, before you get mad– I'm not snooping! I'm seriously not snooping, I promise! This is all my stuff! I dunno how it got here, I just– seriously, I'm not just snooping!
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Without even thinking about it, Honoka kicks off her shoes and clambers up onto the couch, tucking her legs under her so she can settle in comfortably to go through all this stuff. It all feels like it rings a bell in some weird far-off corner of her mind, but she can't quite get all the way there herself. It's frustrating.
It isn't until someone approaches that she looks up from what she's doing. At first, she's too engrossed to really do much more than give them a passing glance. But then she does a triple take and splutters in shock, scrambling to get herself off the couch so quick that she just full on falls off the fucking thing. That's our Honoka!
Red-faced and babbling, she tries to regain at least a scrap of respectability by scrambling back to her feet but... well, like I said. It's Honoka. ]
W–wh–whoa, hold on! Don't get mad, before you get mad– I'm not snooping! I'm seriously not snooping, I promise! This is all my stuff! I dunno how it got here, I just– seriously, I'm not just snooping!
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