Nah, go ahead. [ at the entrance, she fishes her key out of her pocket, unlocking the gate and closing it behind them, and then leads them towards the door. Haruka's house is more like a mansion, one that even Michiru, with her lavish lifestyle but refined taste, would probably find gaudy. Haruka certainly does. not that it really matters now -- they're both hardly in a state to be complaining, or to be caring much for their surroundings at all, as long as they can rest.
Haruka removes her shoes at the corridor, stepping further inside, and gestures in the direction of the bathroom. ]
It's over here. Hold on. I'll get you some towels.
[ finally breaking away from Michiru with discernible effort, she disappears into one of the other rooms, returning in short order with clean towels bundled in her arms. she holds them out. ] Here.
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Haruka removes her shoes at the corridor, stepping further inside, and gestures in the direction of the bathroom. ]
It's over here. Hold on. I'll get you some towels.
[ finally breaking away from Michiru with discernible effort, she disappears into one of the other rooms, returning in short order with clean towels bundled in her arms. she holds them out. ] Here.