[The flutter of paper almost takes Matoba off-guard, in the sense that it takes him a split second not to regard it as one of the many pests of the resort and for the ally that it is.]
[Well. "Ally", insofar as a fellow exorcist could be counted.]
[He holds out his palm for the-- wrapper?? --to land in, lips pursing in disapproval as he reads the simple message. Ahh. Retrieving a brushpoint pen from his sleeve, he writes an equally simple return message:]
What flavor?
[It's only after he sends the doll off again that the numbers sink in. 3rd floor??? ...Down in the dregs nonetheless, but that leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]
no subject
[Well. "Ally", insofar as a fellow exorcist could be counted.]
[He holds out his palm for the-- wrapper?? --to land in, lips pursing in disapproval as he reads the simple message. Ahh. Retrieving a brushpoint pen from his sleeve, he writes an equally simple return message:]
What flavor?
[It's only after he sends the doll off again that the numbers sink in. 3rd floor??? ...Down in the dregs nonetheless, but that leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]
[He will have to wash it down with cake.]