Room 412; Wednesday Afternoon, before 7th Period.
Setsuna had just finished putting the final touches on Ami-chan's birthday present, slipping the card into the envelope and carefully placing in a presentable spot on the nicely, although simply, wrapped package, when the phone beside it on her desk started to shift around with vibration, and then the tinny music started up as it rang.
Who'd be calling her now?
[[ in which a phone call will happen when I get out of class, involving lots of flailing, blushing, and then probably more flailing and blushing, LA! ]]
Setting phone aside at the end of the call, Setsuna looked down at it thoughtful, trying to figure out how she felt about this. Ultimately, it didn't settle in her stomach well at all. Konoka-Ojou-sama should not be pursuing things like this. She should stay where she was safe, and let people like Setsuna do all the hard, dirty work of making their hands unclean.
...But at least they wanted her there for it. That...was certainly something.
[[ Open! ]] [[ expecting the girlcrush Ami, though! ]] [[ and disappearing for class soon, but back after that! ]]
Who'd be calling her now?
[[ in which a phone call will happen when I get out of class, involving lots of flailing, blushing, and then probably more flailing and blushing, LA! ]]
Setting phone aside at the end of the call, Setsuna looked down at it thoughtful, trying to figure out how she felt about this. Ultimately, it didn't settle in her stomach well at all. Konoka-Ojou-sama should not be pursuing things like this. She should stay where she was safe, and let people like Setsuna do all the hard, dirty work of making their hands unclean.
...But at least they wanted her there for it. That...was certainly something.
[[ Open! ]] [[ expecting the girlcrush Ami, though! ]] [[ and disappearing for class soon, but back after that! ]]