58. [Video/Action for Violet City]
[Heather is sitting in the lobby of the Violet inn. This would not be too remarkable, except for the fact that there's a couple of gift-y looking boxes in front of her. She's staring at them with an expression that's a ... very weird combination of confused and... slightly unsettled.]
[Pretty much only the fact that one of them had Kaito's name on it was stopping her from throwing them away entirely. The one from flaming blanket man was even more baffling. Obviously neither of them were what made this weird in the slightest-- Kaito was one of her best friends for crying out loud, and the Proff' was probably the least threatening person she'd ever MET-- but mystery gifts held some unfortunate associations for Heather. ... But hey, even if they didn't, the boxes' existence left her with a resounding case of ".... HUH?"]
[Why were they here?]
[Was it some kind of silly prank?]
[Did they think it was her birthday?]
[WHAT WAS THIS.]
[She had to know, so ... when in doubt, turn to the network.]
So, uh....
[The camera's not showing the boxes (since she has no idea anyone else got any so she's not sure if she should show them or not.]
Any of you guys get mail that-- ... uh...
[... And then her brows furrow.]
... Wren-- Wren, cut that out.
[She gets up abruptly and the network'll get a glimpse of an obscenely fuzzy young Murkrow with an epic case of bed-head plumage sitting on top of one of the boxes and viciously fighting with a bit of ribbon before the feed cuts out.]
[Anyone walking around the inn will find Heather looking at the boxes with a mixture of trepidation and confusion.]
[TEXT TO KAITO]
Hey Kaito, uh
What's up with the boxes?
[Pretty much only the fact that one of them had Kaito's name on it was stopping her from throwing them away entirely. The one from flaming blanket man was even more baffling. Obviously neither of them were what made this weird in the slightest-- Kaito was one of her best friends for crying out loud, and the Proff' was probably the least threatening person she'd ever MET-- but mystery gifts held some unfortunate associations for Heather. ... But hey, even if they didn't, the boxes' existence left her with a resounding case of ".... HUH?"]
[Why were they here?]
[Was it some kind of silly prank?]
[Did they think it was her birthday?]
[WHAT WAS THIS.]
[She had to know, so ... when in doubt, turn to the network.]
So, uh....
[The camera's not showing the boxes (since she has no idea anyone else got any so she's not sure if she should show them or not.]
Any of you guys get mail that-- ... uh...
[... And then her brows furrow.]
... Wren-- Wren, cut that out.
[She gets up abruptly and the network'll get a glimpse of an obscenely fuzzy young Murkrow with an epic case of bed-head plumage sitting on top of one of the boxes and viciously fighting with a bit of ribbon before the feed cuts out.]
[Anyone walking around the inn will find Heather looking at the boxes with a mixture of trepidation and confusion.]
[TEXT TO KAITO]
Hey Kaito, uh
What's up with the boxes?