[ Suzune - Shiori - Nobuko ] Busman's Holiday

Chula - Suzune

Up to what was likely the least likely appreciated hobby of two people who'd worked as assistants for a rich man, Suzune had kept her levels of guilt in check by keeping the place tidy, She'd volunteered before, and now there weren't any wardens around to support this effort, either. Therefore… it was kind of on her own shoulders to keep the place cleaned up, assuming no one else had the motivation to do such a thing. Besides… her restraints were loose. She'd be one of the best people to keep things clean.

Granted, working without anything with a handle, that very much meant she was trying to sweep without a proper broom. Having grabbed something like a soft-bristled brush, she'd been squatting to keep herself low to the ground as she swept the floors as close down as she could get. Thankfully she was fit enough that the frequent ups and downs weren't TOO hard on her muscles.

Still, it was around lunch time, so she'd been working during a rather inconvenient time period, with people moving in and out of the room, which included one specific pair of people. Hearing the entry, she stopped, setting the brush on the floor and standing upright, small trash bag for the floor in-hand. "Oh, Yoshi-- Um! Shiori-san, Nobuko-san!" Right, last names weren't going to work.

Her eyes caught the belt linking their hands together. That was like when they first arrived, right? … So they were back stuck together, huh? Probably due to their verdict. She flashed a sympathetic smile. "How are you two holding up? Are you, like, up for a chat?" It'd be understandable if they weren't in the mood for it, though.

Nobuko Yoshida

It was a strange sensation, feeling so confined and exposed at the same time. A wholly unpleasant sensation, and one that Nobuko was powerless to do anything about. The air brushing against her hands was wrong, her skin crawling at the feeling, while simultaneously everything felt so tight around her. Her neck especially, it was almost like being choked, though she could still get some breath in. Almost ironically, the belt that made up her 'bow tie' was longer, the loops more exaggerated. And, to top it all off, she was once again bound to her sister. At least this time her dominant hand was free.

Upon seeing Suzune on the ground, sweeping with a brush definitely unsuited to the task, her eyes go wide.
You're a failure. Useless. Replaceable. Just a broken cog in a machine that no longer needs or wants you.

"Hello Gikou-san." in contrast to before, her voice is more morose. "Other than low morale, I would say I'm well. Unfortunately the confinements that were deemed necessary prevent me from fulfilling my role. Though I suppose the wardens were… unsatisfied by my performance." she does her best to put on a smile. "I see you're picking up the slack, so you have my thanks."

Shiori Yoshida

Standing by her side and staring into space, Shiori in a similar position to Nobuko, physically uncomfortable with her restraints and missing gloves while also mentally uncomfortable with the harsh whispers invading her brain. She closes her eyes as the whispers pick up, insisting she's done something horrific, something that she doesn't think she actually did. But you did. Deep down, you know you did. You were the means to an end and you acted willingly. There's blood on your hands. You killed him. YOU KILLED HIM.

The chauffeur snaps out of her spiral upon hearing Suzune's voice, blinking her eyes open and slowly glancing between her and Nobuko, still in a bit of a daze. It takes her a solid few seconds to think of anything to add once Nobuko finishes speaking, mouth hanging open slightly for a moment before pursing briefly. She lets out a sigh, giving Suzune a slow nod in greeting and agreement with her sister's comment.

"Hello. Indeed, your work is appreciated. Do you-" She cuts herself off, lips quirking in thought for a moment before continuing. "If there are any tasks you need assistance with that we can complete while still being restrained, please let us know."

Chula - Suzune

"Performance…?" An odd turn of phrase from Nobuko. She frowned, tilting her head. It was as if Nobuko saw prison as being a job, or something like that. What… an odd way to view things, even if not that inaccurate for real-world prisons. This place was different than a real prison. They weren't being required to work for keep. "Um… Well, I'm not sure if there's a specific performance they're expecting. That's… kind of one of the reasons I'm like… surprised that all the wardens are missing. I feel like it'd, um… be nice to hear their thoughts about why they voted the ways they did, and such." Alongside checking in on their general well-being, she really wanted to pick their brains a bit on the 'why'. "But really, I'm happy to help out! It's the least I can do, when everyone's going through so much."

And Shiori, well… Shiori seemed even MORE out of it. "Sweetie, I could never ask for something like that when you're both going through so much. Maybe I can, like… get you both something nice to drink, and we can chat a bit? Unwind, a little. Um… What kinds of warm drinks do you like? I'm a fan of pretty much, like, any kind of tea, or warm milk with honey." Keeping the place clean was already a challenge enough while lacking the proper tools, imagining these two trying to do that while handcuffed together honestly made her feel a little guilty.

"If anything, maybe dealing with the restraints might be a good excuse to relax, hm?" She didn't know too much about them yet, really, but viewing this as a job wouldn't do either of them any good, now, would it? Healing and redemption should be something people do for themselves, not because they have to. Maybe she could spoil them a little, if only for a moment?

… Plus, making drinks wasn't cooking. She solidly knew how to make good teas just fine, she wouldn't fuck that much up.