Snippet #1935840

The girl paused, smacking her forehead momentarily. "Again!? Am I really this unorganized today?" Iravey sighed, placing her hand on her forehead. "He's got something else to do, I'd best not bother him either. Well, if that's the case...." She put her finger to her lip, then glanced down at the soccer ball against her hip. She smiled faintly, then made her way to the kitchen. She had already made it up to the third floor, and decided to get a bottle of water and maybe a bun.

However, upon entering, everyone seemed to be in here. She sighed, irritably pressed three fingers to her forehead, and then stepped lightly over a bucket, skirting across the table without making eye contact with anyone, and then grabbed what she wanted out of the fridge. "Hey again." She mumbled to the others within the room before quickly escaping.

I should probably get out and go make those orders.... The fem bit into the bread, a thoughtful expression on her facials.