he was taking a detour. a quick pit stop on the way to the station to drop off a few study guides to marin. part of a three day commission amongst all the subjects she hardly knew … or conveniently blocked out ; but paid for nonetheless. yamada was finished and making the delivery so he could finally move on from it. matter of fact he'd knocked twice ── no answer. she never mentioned anything about being away. just one shimmy of the door knob, but it's unlocked. the house was free to guests.
tepidly crossing the threshold, he hesitates to drop it somewhere she might see. the coffee table, or inbox maybe ? did she even have any of those ? it sounds risky when it comes to her anyway. she loses things in no time. yamada was ready to give up and try again tomorrow, but a lone sliver of light down the hall seemed like a safe bet. a checkpoint. @ofamess must have left it on before leaving. ── with a note attached, she'd find them right ? the young male presses on, quietly pushing the door to reveal … something of discovery. a sight he's never witnessed before. ❛ k- kitagawa-san ... your clothes are- ❜
