[When Miku looks up from her choice of reading for the day - a history textbook from a world she had never heard of, which is not unusual in the dressing room library -- it is with the firm conviction that someone is nearby.]
[She isn't disappointed. When she turns around, there is a Len by the bookshelves, sopping wet, the vaguely lost expression on his face decidedly familiar.]
[Raises a brow.] Haven't you figured out how to use an umbrella yet, Len?
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[She isn't disappointed. When she turns around, there is a Len by the bookshelves, sopping wet, the vaguely lost expression on his face decidedly familiar.]
[Raises a brow.] Haven't you figured out how to use an umbrella yet, Len?