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The gift basket was an odd arrival.
Today wasn’t special.
Getting shitfaced late at night wasn’t special.
The hangover in the morning wasn’t special either.
But the gift basket was.
Shoko hardly remembered a time when anyone would have thought to get her a gift basket. There simply wasn’t a reason for it, hardly an occasion that warranted a gift like that.
But there it sat, tied up in brightly colored cellophane with an ornate white ribbon bow. A card was attached hanging off the ribbon.
Did she flirt with some rich snob last night?
It wasn’t like her. Most guys disgusted her. And she wasn’t out for money the same way Mei Mei was. And she had stopped flirting while drunk, the novelty had long since worn off.
She figured there was no use dwelling on something she couldn’t remember, (that was the point of the alcohol anyway), she picked up the basket and hauled it inside. To her surprise it was lighter than she expected, though the sound of glass clinking inside alarmed her a bit. After setting the basket down, she made the decision to read the card. Might as well try to figure out who the hell sent the thing, and why.
The card wasn’t difficult to read, but the hangover she had certainly didn’t make it easy. Her head was still pulsing with a dull pain behind her eyes and the words felt like they were swimming on the page.
“To Ieiri Shoko,”
She manages to pick out the words: ”favor”, “mentor”, “sorcerer”, and “you”.
From the sounds of it, they could either be thanking her or asking her for something.
Shoko couldn’t be bothered to figure out more than that. She entered the phone number left on the card, leaving a text “Sure, you’re welcome”
She put the phone down, her head pounding from the light from the screen. She could worry about what the person actually wanted later, when she was actually sober.