[ She'd been thinking that she ought to tighten her glasses, perhaps when she'd gotten home. They'd felt loose all day, and she'd already lost them once, when Momoka had enthusiastically bestowed a back pat on her unsuspecting shoulder blades.
She's knelt to admire a small patch of little blue flowers when they slip off again, clattering to the side.
And that's when she hears it.
CRUNCH. ]
... Ah.
[ When she looks, sure enough, there are her glasses, now in little shards. ]
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She's knelt to admire a small patch of little blue flowers when they slip off again, clattering to the side.
And that's when she hears it.
CRUNCH. ]
... Ah.
[ When she looks, sure enough, there are her glasses, now in little shards. ]