A tap-tap-tapping.
She rolled over.
A more insistent thrumming of a solid item on equally solid window glass echoed over the bedroom.
She grunted, pulling the covers in tighter.
A constant, ceaseless, cacophonic pounding filled the apartment block with an orchestra of bangs and booms, forcing Radiation-Chan out of bed in a flurry of blankets and pillows.
"Alright! I'm up! I'm up! I swear, if Dragoona locked herself out again, I'll-" She paused, standing in the middle of the room,
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