Aya's body was still throbbing with frustration and anger.
After locking the door, drying her body and changing her clothes, she had returned to the room to clean up the mess, and thankfully aside from the disarray, the only severe damage was the shattered perfume bottle on the floor, filling the room with an aggressively floral scent that was giving her a headache.
The edge of the carpet had been rumpled and shifted from their little wrestling match.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not even want to think about how that had happened.
"I am going to deal with him," she muttered, scrubbing away the spilt perfume with one of the towels in the bathroom. "I am going to make it my personal mission."
[(•̀へ •́ ╮ )]
[You have more important things to be concerned about, Host!]
A vein knotted at Aya's temple. If she looked at that stupid screen she was going to loose her mind.
"Shut up, you traitor," she hissed, still channelling her fury into each aggressive scrub.
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