Snippet #2173964

The bottle was empty. Kissue eyed the bag, then opened it up to make sure. Yep, most certainly empty. She used the wall to balance herself as she stood up on wobbly legs. She'd have to go back to the room to get some more, as well as check to see if Dante was there for she was getting a bit antsy wondering where he was. The board wasn't going anywhere.

Her steps were staggering, but she wasn't too drunk that she couldn't walk properly, at least not yet. A bottle or two more would change that, though. Kissue looked back at the pair for a second before trudging onward towards her apartment. That was when she realized that she left her key inside. She had expected to have come back with Dante, so she didn't see the need to bring it at the time. A few knocks on the door revealed that her meister had already left, so she would have to find an alternate means of entering. She concentrated on her right index finger until it turned into part of a blade and she shoved it into the key hole. After struggling with the lock for a while, she removed the blade and swiped the door a few times, angrily before returning her finger back to normal.

The door now bore quite a few deep gashes, but she'd worry about that later. She kicked it for good measure and accidentally dropped her bag with the bottle in it on the ground. It shattered and a few shards found their way into Kissue's exposed leg. She dropped to her knees, cursing quietly. Carefully, she tried to remove them, only slicing up her fingers in the process.

The weapon chewed on her lip and began attempting to clean up the shards from her bag but gave up when she realized that she didn't have anywhere to put them even if she did clean them up, the trashcan was in the apartment and the apartment was locked. A piece of paper in her bag caught her attention and she was about to read it when something caught her eye. The new school doctor had just barged into his apartment not far from her own. Kissue shoved the paper into her pocket and jogged to catch up with him.

"Excuse me! Mr...Lost, is it?" She called to him, he seemed in a hurry and didn't acknowledge her. When she reached his apartment, she stood in the door and looked in at him. "Um.. hey? Do you have a trash bag and maybe a dust pan I could borrow? There's some broken glass in front of my door and it's too sharp for me to pick up with my hands."