Delivery number two (openish)

[artiglio]

Who: Ken Hidaka, Cirucci,
What: Second delivery of the day
Where: Cirucci's apartment building
When: that same sunny afternoon.

At least this address was written clearer, Ken hadn't been in a rush when he had written this one down.  Huh, Cirucci Thunderwhitch. What an odd name.  Hopefully she would be nice like that  other guy he'd delivered to today.

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[rondine_gridare]

Cirucci had been lounging idly on the couch, flipping through the TV channels and painting her nails. It was something of a ritual she engaged in every week, and now as she laid back amongst the pillows, legs propped up over the armrest of one end, she flitted her nails back and forth, encouraging them to dry.

The buzzing sound startled her a bit; she took a deep breath before rising from her perch, springing to her feet as lithely as a bird. Cirucci walked to the door, hands raised to protect her nails, and stood on her toes to peer through the peephole. "Yes?"

[artiglio]

Ken shuffled a bit to get another look at the paper. With a deep breath, and a prayer to whom ever was up there that he would pronounce this right. "Ummm...delivery for a Miss C. Thunderwitch?"

[rondine_gridare]

"Uh-huh. From where?" she probed, a bit of paranoia in her voice. One could never be too careful when one was a member of a well-known mafia family.

[artiglio]

"Oh! Sorry, the tea shop Miss." Ken sighed, it was tougher then he thought getting back into the groove of being a delivery boy. He hopped it would pass.