Shira was at home, well at least that's what the memories she did have implied at least. It felt familiar, but it still felt foreign to her. She sat in a wheelchair in what Ko had said was her room. She didn't argue with him. The room was stripped bare, nothing but the simple basics of a bed, dresser, and some shelves. It seemed so impersonal. Shira frowned and turned her chair around to face the opening of the door. "Ko, why is there nothing in this room? Shouldn't there be something that would help my memory?" This was ridiculous; the house should feel more welcoming rather than giving off the vibe of a cold iceland. She let out a breath and literally threw her hands up when she could see her breath. "KO! Why the hell is it colder than the morgue in here! Is this another attempt to kill me? I'm nearly freezing to death!" She rubbed her arms.
She wasn't sure if the boy would even hear her. Still she should have the right to be comfortable in the house. Wasn't it hers after all? Well, her mothers technically, but she wasn't sure where her mother was for the time being. She let out a groan as she saw little flakes of white falling. "That's it. I call it when the room starts snowing." Shira rolled over to her dresser and started throwing things out until she found a blanket. She quickly wrapped herself in it and huddled down. Her face was still visible, a strong scowl and glare set on her face.
She wasn't sure if the boy would even hear her. Still she should have the right to be comfortable in the house. Wasn't it hers after all? Well, her mothers technically, but she wasn't sure where her mother was for the time being. She let out a groan as she saw little flakes of white falling. "That's it. I call it when the room starts snowing." Shira rolled over to her dresser and started throwing things out until she found a blanket. She quickly wrapped herself in it and huddled down. Her face was still visible, a strong scowl and glare set on her face.