( ( Please: (1) put a format (text/audio/video) and a date or time, if applicable, in the subject line when replying ; (2) assume Maya IC-ly gets back to messages as soon as she's able after receiving them ) )
[Maya has received yet another flower delivery to her office at Masamune. It's a single long-stemmed flower, for once, but it's completely unlike any flower Maya has ever seen before. This particular flower is vivid red, with plush petals resembling puckered lips, and its lovely scent causes her fingertips to go pleasantly numb for a few minutes. Wrapped around the flower's stem is a glittery pink ribbon, and attached to the ribbon is a crisp note:
"Dear Miss Amano," writes her less-than-secret admirer. "I hope this small token of my appreciation finds you well. Please forgive me for the late notice, but I'm afraid that I'll have to cancel our upcoming appointment. Too much is happening right now for me to devote myself to you properly. The next time we see each other, I shall strive to more than make up for my absence. With regards, Louis."]
[When Maya first sees the flower and flips open the note, all that registers is that it's another creepy flower from pervert boy. But it is eye-catching. And it is pretty. Before she knows it, she's reaching out a hand to flutter a few fingertips against its petals, allowing them to trail down the length of the stem.
It's only afterwards that she realizes it could be laced with aphrodisiac or something else concerning, like everything in this city tends to be. The numbness in her fingers and the turning of her stomach might as well be due to whatever general feeling of "not right" that's overtaken her for the last several days. But she's not taking any chances. The flower is beautiful, and she wants to keep it around (sans the embarrassing note), but she's just not in the mood for any of this.
Into the closet it goes, along with the tiny vase keeping it upright -- seriously, where the hell does he think she's supposed to put all these -- and Maya presses the door shut, absently wondering about what the message was all about. What's happening? It would take a lot for him to cancel.
Then again, she'd forgotten about their appointment and scheduled over it with a visit to the hospital, so maybe it's for the best.]
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"Dear Miss Amano," writes her less-than-secret admirer. "I hope this small token of my appreciation finds you well. Please forgive me for the late notice, but I'm afraid that I'll have to cancel our upcoming appointment. Too much is happening right now for me to devote myself to you properly. The next time we see each other, I shall strive to more than make up for my absence. With regards, Louis."]
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It's only afterwards that she realizes it could be laced with aphrodisiac or something else concerning, like everything in this city tends to be. The numbness in her fingers and the turning of her stomach might as well be due to whatever general feeling of "not right" that's overtaken her for the last several days. But she's not taking any chances. The flower is beautiful, and she wants to keep it around (sans the embarrassing note), but she's just not in the mood for any of this.
Into the closet it goes, along with the tiny vase keeping it upright -- seriously, where the hell does he think she's supposed to put all these -- and Maya presses the door shut, absently wondering about what the message was all about. What's happening? It would take a lot for him to cancel.
Then again, she'd forgotten about their appointment and scheduled over it with a visit to the hospital, so maybe it's for the best.]