The older girl was starting to feel nervous, but she wouldn't scoot her chair any closer to the sofa. No, she didn't want the comfort of-- ... Aah! Lightning flashed and illuminated the apartment; and althought Seung Mi would have been fine to grip the chair and hold on, something else had a grip on -her-. Namely Miho. She felt herself yanked to her housemate's side, and for the first time (to Miho's knowledge at least, if she was paying attention) her expression changed. Seung Mi looked both confused and horrified by what had transpired.

"P-please, let go, Tanaka." Whoops, she stuttered.