Good afternoon, darlings! It's Mina-chi's birthday today, so regardless of whether or not you're spooked by her (super hot) terrifying harpy shadow girlfriend I suggest you come the fuck over. There's cake involved and, I hope you got her presents! ...You'd better. Kisses, Yukiko
Tracy looked at the message a few times. What fine calligraphy. Bright red ink, too. He was almost certain it was ink. A regal letter, as regal as they got these days. He stared at it for a bit, arm now well enough with a few days’ recovery and chemical therapies to hold it up to the night and see if it was a fake or anything.
Nope. No invisible ink saying ‘fuck you tracy get bent’. Just a bit of paper. He smiled a bit. “I doubt she’d want to see my face again even if I could get discharged today.”
Well, she’d bothered to send this, even if Tracy had probably just gotten his name onto a list somewhere or something, so he may as well write a reply, which he did carefully.
“Thank you for the kind invitation but I’m not well enough to leave yet. Besides, I’m fairly sure seeing me would only make her day worse still. Will send a small gift today if possible.” He signed his name, in English, and pressed the button for the nurse to see when this could be delivered.
But what to send?
