[ It's been a long time at the Carnival. Or at least it feels that way if you ask Pidge. Underneath her skin she still itches to get hom, get back to what she needs to be doing but she's also... settled. She hangs around her trailer and wastes time with her computer or playing card games with Yuugi and Chiaki when she isn't busy fixing the latest problem with the rides. It's been easy over the last... however long it's been. It's too easy to lose track of time, to let the minutes and hours slip into days and weeks and months and... years? It hasn't been ears yet, she feels like she knows that for certain. Still, it's one of those nights where she feels restless and can't quite convince herself to stay in bed or crack a book.
She hops out of bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a light t-shirt--no more need for shoes with the strange paw-feet she's gotten. Quietly, she closes the door behind her (careful not to snag her tail--that took some getting used to) and headed down the row of trailers. Maybe Yuugi was still up--he was something of a night owl, too, at times. Her ears perk up as she approaches the door. She reaches out with one hand and raps gently, waiting to see if anyone answers. ]
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on 2017-02-23 12:07 am (UTC)She hops out of bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a light t-shirt--no more need for shoes with the strange paw-feet she's gotten. Quietly, she closes the door behind her (careful not to snag her tail--that took some getting used to) and headed down the row of trailers. Maybe Yuugi was still up--he was something of a night owl, too, at times. Her ears perk up as she approaches the door. She reaches out with one hand and raps gently, waiting to see if anyone answers. ]
Yuugi? Are you awake?