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[withmeinparadise]

[ At some point, a package shows up at Kyna's doorstep with her name clearly on it. Definitely not professionally delivered, but no one knocked, so the origin is obviously a mystery.

Inside, there's extremely futuristic lingerie by the standards of someone born in 1971 and a sprig of wildflowers lying atop it, something cut by hand from an overgrown rooftop garden.

Completely normal, could be anyone. ]

[evocation]

[Totally secretive. She has absolutely no idea where the gift could have possibly come from, but honestly, the flowers give her more pause than the lingerie. They're cute.

She could just shoot him a text, say she likes it, but that's not as fun. So, instead, Kyna puts on the lingerie, tucks a flower in her hair, and takes a few pictures in the mirror before shooting them off to Sam. They're straight up pin up fare, her poses carefully showing off the lingerie's... perks.]

i got a mysterious gift today
you think i have a secret admirer?

[withmeinparadise]

huh. maybe you do.

[ goddamn, look at her. goddamn. ]

whoever they are, they got good taste.

[evocation]

yeah they do
too bad i can't thank them, huh?

[withmeinparadise]

it's a real pity.
what kinda thank you are you thinking?

[evocation]

you know, show off a little
let them test how easy it is to get off

[withmeinparadise]

what're you thinking so far? easy or hard to get off?

[evocation]

i'm not sure yet
i have to do more testing

[withmeinparadise]

pretty cold of someone to make you figure that out on your own. sounds like you could use some help.

[evocation]

are you offering to fill in?
awww
how sweet

[withmeinparadise]

i could be convinced. seems like a lot of straps, you might get tangled otherwise.

[evocation]

yeah, it could be dangerous

[withmeinparadise]

think of the obituary. kyna medina, strangled by lingerie from an unknown source.
i better come over and help you out. unless you wanna put on a trenchcoat and come over here.

[evocation]

are your roommates home?

[withmeinparadise]

right now? nah. and i can tell them to find something else to do for a while.

[evocation]

hmm
i don't know
maybe i should try to find the person who sent this to me first
ditching them would be rude

[withmeinparadise]

if they wanted you to know who they were they probably would've left a note. probably ain't worth it.

[evocation]

yeah, you're right
too bad
i wish i knew who sent me these pretty flowers

[withmeinparadise]

flowers huh? let's see em.

[ send him more pics do it ]

[evocation]

[So, just to be a brat, she sends him another picture of the flowers placed carefully in a vase on her bedside table.]

see?

[withmeinparadise]

[ you're killing him, kyna ]

we got some upstairs that look that, hell of a coincidence.

[evocation]

really?
are you going to show me?

[withmeinparadise]

i dunno, you wanna see them?

[evocation]

i'm a sucker for flowers
duh

[withmeinparadise]

you got a favourite?