[ It's radio silence from Alex for a few days. Not even a thank you text. That's...weird, right? It's probably even more weird when he shows up at her door, looking...flustered? Is that the right word? Some kind of nervous.
There's a tacky polka dot bag in one hand, and an envelope in the other. It doesn't occur to him that...it's afternoon and Sayori might not be here, at her room. Not until he's knocking. ]
...28th.
There's a tacky polka dot bag in one hand, and an envelope in the other. It doesn't occur to him that...it's afternoon and Sayori might not be here, at her room. Not until he's knocking. ]
...Ohh, fuck, good job, Alex.