Rina-chan with no board
Kasumi took a step back, admiring her work. She was proud. No, beyond proud. It was photo worthy, but it was risky. The noise of her camera would likely disturb the perfection of it all. It was a sight won with careful movements, and she was not about to ruin it now.
She looked to the person beside her. There was an unimpressed look, but Kasumi ignored it. It was a shame not everyone can appreciate true art.
“Finally,” Kasumi whispered, gesturing to her accomplishment. “Rina-chan with no board.” In front of her was Rina, asleep on the table, resting on her arms.
“She’ll be upset if she finds out you took her board, Kasumi.” Shizuku remarked, her arms crossed. She watched her gremlin of a club member carefully slide Rina’s sketchbook out of her hands. There was no logical explanation why she didn’t stop her.
“...She looks cute, huh?” Kasumi muttered, watching the peaceful look on Rina’s sleeping face. She grumbled, slowly moving the sketchbook back over her face. “Let’s just uh... Put that back.”
Shizuku rolled her eyes. “Wake her up, we’re late for practice.” She remembered the reason why they came here in the first place, at least she did.
“Oh yeah!” Kasumi remembered, exclaiming loudly before doing the best thing to wake Rina up: Smacking her head with the Rina-chan board.