#(Congrats Mikan you've caught Sonia at one of her more awkward moments)

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed starter for @hxpelessnurse !

Japan, she felt, had plenty of virtues: convenience stores and vending machines stocked with all sorts of particular items, public transport that was never late (and that she got to use! Once!), and a selection of anime merchandise that made Novoselic's pale in comparison. But where it failed, though by no fault of its own? The eight hour time difference between Towa City and Novoselic, particularly when there was important, live television programs at home that Sonia simply couldn't miss.

Surely it was acceptable, she thought, that without class the following day, she could remain awake at 3 AM. While the rest of the dormitory peacefully slept, she'd crept out of her room with heavy, quick footsteps. A quick walk, she thought, during the commercial breaks and in-between the pre-recorded backstory segments would earn her enough time to reach the student lounge where she could hastily retrieve something caffeinated and a snack before disappearing back into her room. Just as well: she looked rather ridiculous as it was, in an oversized graphic t-shirt, pajama pants outfitted with a screenprint of Jason Voorhees' iconic mask, and fluffy slippers, her long hair plaited back into a messy braid and a thick exfoliating mask spread over her face.

But it was to Sonia's surprise that she was indeed not the only person awake at 3 AM. The lights had already been switched on and Sonia froze, embarrassed for an array of reasons, as she spotted Tsumiki Mikan there. Considering how fast she must have skidded into the room, she likely gave the other girl a fright.

"Mikan-san!" Sonia half-gasped, half-whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just didn't think anyone was awake and I just wanted something to keep me awake!"

Which was hardly healthy, something she wondered if her friend would point out. Striding over to the refrigerator, she retrieved a soda, a bottle of milk tea, and a slice of swiss roll on a plate before turning back to Mikan with a shrug and shy smile. Sonia's gaze darted down to her t-shirt by way of explanation.

"Tonight is the national finals in Novoselic for the Eurovision contest," She said, though the bright, colorful logo for the contest printed on her shirt was clear enough. "It's the sort of thing that can divide a country, depending on who wins the vote, and it's the first time in four years that we're going to enter!" After not even placing into the semi-finals four years ago, Novoselic had been too ashamed to give it another go until the Minister of Culture had put forth an undeniably smart proposal that her father couldn't turn down. Besides, if they made it into the semi-finals and further, she'd be quickly sent home right after Golden Week to help support Novoselic's winning entry.

"It's a big continental event," She added, though she couldn't think of a local contest to compare it to. "Why are you awake so late, Mikan-san? Hopefully you're not also watching television with a significant time difference: it does alter your sleep schedule after awhile."