Erika almost doesn't hear it. Futayo...well okay she knows roughly what's up, she watched her haul the goods in. It'd still be nice to be able to finish all of these and have them out of here while she's out, so that the one on her pillow is appropriately mysterious. Shhh.
So the crumple of paper obscures the first Weird Knock. Not the second, though. Erika stops crumpling paper to listen for a third.
For a split second, when the door peeks open and Erika peeks through, she's butterflying with enough indignant determination to block the view of the inside of the room entirely, static blue filling the crack. THERE WILL BE NO GIFT SNOOPING.
Except it's Venus, who already got hers, so gift snooping isn't an issue.]
Oh!
[She falls back into shape.]
Good morning!
[In kind of a startled stage whisper. Is it already that late?!]
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Erika almost doesn't hear it. Futayo...well okay she knows roughly what's up, she watched her haul the goods in. It'd still be nice to be able to finish all of these and have them out of here while she's out, so that the one on her pillow is appropriately mysterious. Shhh.
So the crumple of paper obscures the first Weird Knock. Not the second, though. Erika stops crumpling paper to listen for a third.
For a split second, when the door peeks open and Erika peeks through, she's butterflying with enough indignant determination to block the view of the inside of the room entirely, static blue filling the crack. THERE WILL BE NO GIFT SNOOPING.
Except it's Venus, who already got hers, so gift snooping isn't an issue.]
Oh!
[She falls back into shape.]
Good morning!
[In kind of a startled stage whisper. Is it already that late?!]