Mashiro Temple (2)
When Setsuko walked into her room, she came across the sight of the man lying down on the bed… and dozing off. "Seriously, we just arrived here." The woman grumbled underneath her breath and placed her things on the table besides his own items. She glanced over her shoulder to check if he was truly asleep and not creeping behind her.
And he truly was out and even snoring?
She walked to one of the available closets and would find many white robes already folded and prepared for her to wear. It was unfamiliar to her who was used to wearing dark clothes that were more functionable than robes.
Her cheeks heated for a moment as she remembered grabbing the man out of nowhere—and hoped she hadn't exactly smelled. While she rarely cared about it, one's life was more valuable when running away and trying not to get attacked by monsters versus avoiding piles of dirt and mud… she was a little self-conscious.