Prism silently curses to herself at the mention of the calendar, giving a inaudible sigh. "No worries Jocelyn, I already confiscated it." Prism says, not looking up from the paper as she double-checks for invisible wrinkles."Trust me, I'll be disposing of it at the earliest known convenience."
Prism glances up at the mention of the bug, her brow crinkling at the cockroach in Amane's fingertips. "Aw, gross. Let's hope it's just a one-time bug, I don't want to have to go buy roach traps or anything. Amane, can you just flick it out the window or something?"