week 8, tuesday, late morning

[Clover is mostly sure she doesn't want to do a violence this week. Mostly? It might make people sad if she did, and that would be a problem. It would be even more of a problem if she got caught. She spent most of yesterday weighing the pros and the cons. If she keeps this up, she's going to go absolutely fucking insane, though, so she needs to distract herself, and what better to distract her from worrying about a white-haired blind dude than worrying about a white-haired blind dude??????

...hm.

Welp, regardless, after sleeping in for too long as is her god-given right as a teenage girl, she comes a-knocking at Break's door, determined.]

I'm making breakfast! [It's probably approaching lunch at this point?? Cooking is the one thing she's good at here and she's gotta make sure someone's watching out for this sick blind grandpa now that he's lost his seeing eye Gilbert. She's making an effort, okay.]

week 8, monday, early morning before the motive

[Clover? Awake this early??? Unbelievable. Or maybe less so when you consider how loud underhell sleepover probably is.

She's just kind of working under the assumption that if she's awake, so is everybody else, because she shouldn't be awake this early, so she's gonna come bang on Urashima's door, knocking to the tune of boom-ba-doom-boom boom-ba-doom-boom bass because even if no one cares about her retro girl rap it cheers her up (it's hardly even retro by 2027 standards Clover for shit's sake).]

Someone promised me toast and cinnamon butter! [That someone is you Urashima!!!]