text • sixteenth reflection

[straying]

fell off a building. don't freak out. 

broke my leg. don't fuss.

i can hear you all laughing from my apartment.

no major damage. stable condition, folks. will be inside for a while. talk about boring.

(ice cream and milk donations will be accepted if you bring them over.)

[filtered to Robin]

and where have YOU been, mister?

[ooc: pardon the super slow tagging of this post, guys. and action tags are welcome for those who have been to Saya's apartment before!]

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[It took Sakura a little longer than expected, but twenty minutes later, she knocks on Saya's door, holding a bag in her hands.]

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[cheerfully calling out to the door-]

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[She walks in, still clutching the bag, and carefully slips her shoes off, closing the door behind her. A glance up reveals a small, shy smile.]

You sound like you're doing all right, Saya-san.