You realize with displeasure that two pink earbuds are plugged into her ears, her head bouncing in time with the music. Your arms wilt slightly to realize no matter how much you yell she wouldn't be hearing you. She doesn't even look to the floor as she shuffles inside, digging something out on the top shelf. You let out a surprised yelp as her foot bumps into you, sending you neck deep in a pile of clothes. She growls a bit to herself, mumbling something you can't understand before she kicks some more clothes over top of you, finally close enough to reach whatever she had been looking for. You can feel her moving, but what is she doing?
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