a friend in need's a friend indeed, a friend who bleeds is better

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Who: Sho Minamimoto [whatthefactor], Eruka Frog [amphibiopathic]
Where: The Latimir Apartments, Room 112
When: The night of the 30th, just after the rains have stopped.
Rating: PG at worst?
Summary: Witches, contrary to popular folklore, are waterproof. Acid-proof, now, is another thing entirely.
the log:

This had not been a good day.

Since the air had started becoming distinctly vile for actual breathing, the frog witch stayed low (not that she was going out of her way to be conspicuous; who knew if the Shibusen brats were still around), skulking around the buildings. She'd smelled rain on the way, building over the city with all the anticipation of an overweight kid looming over a delicious piece of pudding, and she'd almost been grateful for it.

Rain would wipe out any traces of bad gas from the air, right?

Wrong.

It was that mistaken assumption that left her where she was now, wincing and limping over to where the Latimir Apartments were. Thankfully, it wasn't far off, but in her state, it felt like an eternity. Croaking gloomily to herself, she skirted around acid-filled puddles, not eager to melt half an inch off her much-abused boots.

The witch was in a sorry state-- the shoulders and sleeves of her dress had significantly large holes in them, from when she'd thrown her hands over her head while she ran, and one side was in danger of slipping right off. Not very ladylike, geko. How was she going to find a boyfriend in a dump like this? Her hat seemed to agree with the sentiment, orange material pockmarked and drooping dispiritedly.

Now, which room had Sho said he was in...? Dusting off her skirt, Eruka reached for the knob of room 112, and turned it, opening the door.

Hey, he'd said he unlocked it. Not that she needed to knock.

"Hello~~?"