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After slipping out of the Mist village early in the morning, Sebastian ran to the Leaf Village and arrived at night. He walked through the gates looking around. "I had heard this village has great food...but the buildings seem so dusty and old."He looked at his pocketwatch. He must return as soon a possible. It was bad enough to leave her on his first day of service. "I just hope she doesn't get the wrong idea..."

After a long night of tossing and turning, getting tangled in her sheets and falling out of her bed, Misa gave up and trying to sleep. She laid on the ground, her upper back and shoulders were against the wooden floor while her lower back was against the side of the bed and her legs on the top of it, her whole body tangled in the sheet. She let out a low and long sigh, grunting a swear under her breath and slowly moving her legs to the side, slamming into the ground. Her fingers clutched onto the sheet and she managed to get out of its strangling grasp, running her hand through her hair letting out an oof. Claire began to rock back and forth on her upper and lower back, and when she was on the upper part she placed her hands above her shoulders, her palms flat on the floor, and pushed up, landing onto her feet gracefully without a thud.

Sore form not being able to sleep, she stretched her arms outward and yawned, walking over to the wall that was a whole window. She threw the curtains out of the way, only to see that the sky was still a dark navy blue. It was too early, ugh. She groaned and shuffled towards her closet, walking into it and shutting the sliding door behind her. Tapping her lips with her index finger as she sought out what to wear, she slowly took off her clothes and threw them in the hamper, reached out and grabbed a white short zip-up dress. Zipping it up, she smoothed it out; it fit her body perfectly, as if it was made just for her fragile figure. Slipping on a pair of black thigh high socks on each leg, she skidded over to her shoe rack--which was full of boots-- and grabbed a pair of rust brown knee high boots and put them on.

Walking out of her closet, she walked towards the bathroom and brushed her hair and teeth, heading out of her room. Taking each stair step slowly, her heels clacked beneath her, and she peeked her head down to see if Sebastian was around, and he wasn't. He must be shopping, or in the garden, she thought to herself.

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