Each floor of the apartment building has a trash room, a closet-sized space near the elevators where residents can chuck their full trash bags down the central chute to the dumpsters in the building's basement. Nanao hip-checks the door open as she staggers in, arms straining under the weight of two bulging, totally full garbage bags. "Nngh…shouldn't have waited this long," pants Nanao as she puts the bags down. Her ears droop as she braces her hands on her knees. "Really need to get in better shape," the rabbitgirl admonishes herself quietly. Finally, she grabs the first bag and lifts it, wincing at the sloshing sound it makes. But just as she muscles open the metal hatch and prepares to swing the bag into the chute, the door opens behind her. "Oh, uh, hey, Você," Nanao manages as she straightens up, dusting her hands off. "Trash day for you too, huh? Don't worry, I'll be done in just a second."
