@camelliacried
Knock knock.
Ammutseba was stood at the door to Makoto’s house, leaning against a thin package that was a couple of feet wide and even taller than she was, a bottle cradled in one arm. Granted, such a mundane method of approaching and entering a property wasn’t typically her style, but she thought this would be more surprising than her usual choice of appearing through one of the mirrors.
And turning up unannounced.
Just as she was starting to reconsider her choice to wait like this, the door opened. Her head tilted and the tendrils on her back curled around. “Hello darling, I thought you knew better than to keep me wait- oh.”
This wasn’t Makoto at all, but it’d be impossible not to recognise her with how many pictures the squirrel had. Hm, she was also very short.
“Hello.” A voice like velvet. “You’re Tsubaki, yes?”
“Makoto’s friend, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Ammutseba. Is she here? Actually, that isn’t important, may I come in?” She picked up the large box like it was nothing and didn’t hesitate to start moving forward.
