incarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

"You seem much cheerier," Hotaru settled into the purple seats.

"I'm recovering from a little sensory overload," Jotou yawned, covering her mouth, "I only slept four hours..."

"I told you to sleep earlier."

"She was too busy watching the stars," Fumeko narked as the blonde sat next to her.

"Snitch."

"These seats!" Asobi glid her hands all over the soft fabric, "You could sleep right here!" Ample leg room, seats comforting to the back and thighs; it was too easy to melt into a puddle.

"We have fourteen hours of nothing else to do, might as well," the brunette's head hit the seat, "Can you please tell us the full plan?"

"Alright, I will," Hotaru took off her coat to a frilly blue dress; she opened to the little bookmarks on her journal, bound in leather with a button.

"Shlick." A little door slid behind Hotaru and Asobi. The magician stood her knees on the seat and poked her nose through. "Uh, are we good to go Miss?" the driver checked.

"Let me check!" the nose replied. "Are we ready to go?"

"Everything we own's packed, we've said our goodbyes and we're a minute late," Jotou checked the curtains of the window.