[Next time Wendy goes to her locker, there's a small paper-wrapped package hanging there haphazardly with a note attached. It reads:]
Sorry again for the other day, I didn't mean to shout at you. But we need to stop meeting like that. I made these, I checked myself and they ARE edible. IDC if you choose to throw them out or whatever though.
Feel better or something (???)
- Steph
[Inside the homemade parcel is a modest amount of sugar cookies. They're lumpy, and a little bland, but Steph was right that they're edible. A simple, sugary peace offering.]
RE: the new living situation. If you don't have anybody else to move in with, do you want to join me and Sumireko in a room? idk do you two know each other yet? I figure you're a safer bet than leaving the spot open and getting some rando who could turn out to be the roommate from hell.
[This school has transfer students who kill other transfer students. And others who just seem like the kind of mouth-breathing weirdos who would take their roommates' things without asking and leave plates on every surface. Or (worse) get up stupidly early in the morning. Steph ain't taking chances.
[text] sometime on the morning of June 10
Well.
Thought you might wanna know that a blanket suddenly appeared in my locker this morning.
Imagine that.
[Wendy is probably like the only person who would appreciate this weirdness]
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August 2nd / locker note
Sorry again for the other day, I didn't mean to shout at you. But we need to stop meeting like that. I made these, I checked myself and they ARE edible. IDC if you choose to throw them out or whatever though.
Feel better or something (???)
- Steph
[Inside the homemade parcel is a modest amount of sugar cookies. They're lumpy, and a little bland, but Steph was right that they're edible. A simple, sugary peace offering.]
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Random Late Night Text
this shouldnt surprise me as much as it does
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November 1st
[This school has transfer students who kill other transfer students. And others who just seem like the kind of mouth-breathing weirdos who would take their roommates' things without asking and leave plates on every surface. Or (worse) get up stupidly early in the morning. Steph ain't taking chances.
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