<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y6uVzau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Misaki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Rumi, Daigo, Kaede<br/><hr/>"Good morning, Yukihiro-san." Misaki sketched as much of a curtsy as she could, although it came out more as a wobble. Most of the tangle was relieved by then, having been passed up to Rumi to be strung out properly. But there was still enough to make sure she couldn't do much more than follow along in Rumi's wake, and bending her knees was a challenge. Especially now that it wasn't just her toes and cheeks and nose that were getting chilly, but the metal of her garter-flask as well. Shifting around sent periodic spikes of cold through her, something that she really should have anticipated.<br/><br/>"Mistress Shiori should be taking breakfast in her room about now," she said, taking a guess based on all the smells that had been saturating the kitchen. Hopefully. The organised chaos that the manner ran on after all sometimes had the unfortunate tendency to descend into<em>actual</em>chaos, but surely it was okay this time.