( @xxheroisms )
Well... it’s been a while since they had a proper talk. And this isn’t the best of circumstances for it, but. Had to happen at some point.
She’s standing in front of his dorm room, but it’s not particularly because she expects him to be there at all--that’s usually not the case. A broken nose might be a good reason, but...you never know with Maeki Murakami.
She pulls out her phone and hovers over the contact she just looked up.
With a bit of a nervous sigh, she begins typing.
[ 浅倉 佳織 : Murakami-san? 6:32 P M ]
[ 浅倉 佳織: Please get back to me when you can. I’m almost certain that you’re treating your wounds the wrong way, and I can’t let myself allow you to do that. 6:34 P M ]
[浅倉 佳織 : If you’re interested in an actual medicine kit and a variety of snacks, courtesy of Yuka’s latest failed hideout, I’m free for the rest of the day. 6:34 P M]
Hm. Too caring?
[浅倉 佳織 : ...It would be on your best interest to look okay by your next photoshoot, after all. 6:39 P M]
Perfect.