--> @catncore
she’s shed her usual cat-eared jacket for a work uniform; a simple white dress shirt, a gray plaid skirt, and a gray vest were equipped earlier that morning, and now, about mid-afternoon, she’s here on a delivery. there’s a bouquet of flowers in her hand, an assortment of purples, blues, and reds all bound together by plastic and a ribbon.
this is the part she hates, honestly. at least she can soothe her nerves with a drink once this little mission is complete. customer service is not her strong suit.
“...excuse me.” she sounds awkward, not used to formality. “these are for a... hanekoma sanae-san? the message just says ‘welcome back’. the sender is...” she squints. “...unknown. well, great. could be an assassination attempt. i’d watch out, if i were you.”
