Golden Peacock | Inbox (Under Construction)

[astraisborn]

@superspicyhotpot

▶ TEXT

▶ AUDIO

▶ VIDEO

▶ ACTION

Comments

✧ beep beep, leaps and bounds delivery.

[flagrant]

[ Sometime after the resort's official welcome, whether Astra is coming or going from her suite, she'll find a plain shopping bag left outside, just askew of her doorstep. Inside, there's an assortment of things sourced mostly from the Nest: a fancy mirrored compact, a few facemasks, lip balm, some silly gachapons, probably the least risqué fashion magazine he could find in the convenience store, a cheap pair of sunglasses, and some bottled drinks. There's a simple note attached:

"Not sure what sorts of things you liked, so I had to take some guesses. Here's to being neighbors." ]

[astraisborn]

[Wow, did he not sign this? Does she have a mysterious stalker? Paparazzi? Eous?

Oh, that last one would be cute, but not the point right now.

Luckily, she only knows one (1) neighbor who has confirmed being on the same floor. So he's getting a text message for this.]

Lighter! Lighter! Emergency!!

[flagrant]

[ Guess who doesn't bother responding back because he's 1. a sucker and 2. something of a worrywart at times. With the flimsy walls of the lower levels doing little to mask the noise of how quickly he's on his feet, the door to his suite creaks open and stays ajar as he takes the fast few steps over to the neighboring door. ]

Emergency? [ knock knock! ] What's going on?

[astraisborn]

[Astra hears the movement and matches it, quickly bounding to the door and opening exactly one second after he knocks, swinging it inwards in the middle of his sentence.

She is not dressed for an emergency.

Not that there was really an outfit for that.]

You're already here! Perfect. Let's go out.

[What's the emergency?]