[ There's a sound of a heave in place of the word 'ridiculous,' which would probably be more impressive if it weren't coming from a 17-year-old girl. Beside said girl is a large wooden bucket, where she has been tossing numerous starfish of various sizes that she has been prying off the walls of Kazuma's home.
Starting low (where the Harvest is located) and moving up towards the porch seemed like a good idea at the time, but this particular starfish, lodged on one of the railing's spikes, was about the size of the palm of her hand, and was being about as stubborn as Kazuma.
Speaking of which, she still can't believe he's on the damn roof right now. She backs away from her nemesis for the moment, trotting down just a few steps of the porch to get a better view of the roof and of him. She raises her voice: ]
. . . You're awfully quiet. Are there a lot up there?
JUNE? june
[ There's a sound of a heave in place of the word 'ridiculous,' which would probably be more impressive if it weren't coming from a 17-year-old girl. Beside said girl is a large wooden bucket, where she has been tossing numerous starfish of various sizes that she has been prying off the walls of Kazuma's home.
Starting low (where the Harvest is located) and moving up towards the porch seemed like a good idea at the time, but this particular starfish, lodged on one of the railing's spikes, was about the size of the palm of her hand, and was being about as stubborn as Kazuma.
Speaking of which, she still can't believe he's on the damn roof right now. She backs away from her nemesis for the moment, trotting down just a few steps of the porch to get a better view of the roof and of him. She raises her voice: ]
. . . You're awfully quiet. Are there a lot up there?