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Hornet felt her phone buzzing eagerly in her pocket, with a haptics tone that she recognized oh-so-dearly as Shakras.
She fished her phone out of her pocket, fumbling with it for just a moment before reading the text--
"You really like red, right?"
She responded swiftly with a "Yes, why?" Thoroughly confused about why her friend was asking this, but deciding it probably wasn't too bad... however, she received a vague "Curious." From Shakra, which shocked her a bit. Usually, she was very open, so such a short response was quite suspicious to her. She responded jokingly by saying "What, trying to buy party garland?" Since her birthday was approaching, but really not meaning it. Just a jab; Shakra was very aware Hornet hated big events, especially birthday parties (she really didn't see why it was such a big deal), so surely she wouldn't plan one, right...?
However, Hornet started to become slightly uncomfortable when she only received the dots treatment, a response not yet spoken, contemplative. A sense on dread began to slowly form in Hornets stomach, silently anticipating the words that would come next. She was eventually texted back a confirming "Maybe." Hornet's heart sank.
"You know I hate parties. I don't want some extravaganza." This came slightly slower than the other texts, as she was typing much more frantically now than before. She had to fix the word "Extravaganza" alone at least three times before she was able to send it. A short pause before Shakra's next text, and she could only assume the other was laughing at her. Her eventual response to Hornet's complaints was "Gara Takana, must I bring Sherma for you to be any jovial? Or perhaps the fleas..." Hornet grimaced. "Shakra, I urge you to rethink this decision."
She quickly got a much more comforting response, her reply being; "Don't worry, it wont be very big. Simply a few treats, gifts, and a guest list of your personal choosing." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, relieved beyond belief for something so small. With less panic then previously, she typed back "Good." And then-- after realized that may have sounded rude --followed that up with "Thank you."
Shakra, in all her kind glory, answered with a sweet "Of course, Hornet. Love you." Which quickly earned a "Love you" back from Hornet. Shakra knew her so well. She sighed, slipped her phone back into her pocket, smiled, and continued her tasks.