Focalors: Oh wow! Focalors: You just told on yourself a bit there, didn't you?
[She'll let that message chain end there - after all, she and Inaba don't live too far away. She has to make sure everything's ready!
So when Inaba arrives at Furina's apartment, she'll find a little sticky note on the door, with just "It's open~!" on it and a little heart. Should she open the front door, she'll notice the light, first; just as it had been in the photo Furina had sent her, there are several candles dotted along her living room and the hallway leading to her bedroom. Most of them are the small, electric kind, but there are a few real candles scattered around as well, tinging the air with the light, floral scent that Furina likes so much. There's another scent in the air, too - the scent of something freshly baked.
But Furina's not puttering around the kitchen. She's not there to greet Inaba, either. That leaves only one other place she can be - and once Inaba follows the trail to Furina's bedroom, she'll see a mirror of the photo gifted to her; Furina stretched out on her bed (thankfully not covered in roses, Furina had thought about it but that would make far too much of a sticky mess), one arm tucked under her head while the other pauses in idly tracing patterns along her stomach.
She smiles as Inaba enters her room, and winks.]
I see my offer was too tempting for you to resist.
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Focalors: You just told on yourself a bit there, didn't you?
[She'll let that message chain end there - after all, she and Inaba don't live too far away. She has to make sure everything's ready!
So when Inaba arrives at Furina's apartment, she'll find a little sticky note on the door, with just "It's open~!" on it and a little heart. Should she open the front door, she'll notice the light, first; just as it had been in the photo Furina had sent her, there are several candles dotted along her living room and the hallway leading to her bedroom. Most of them are the small, electric kind, but there are a few real candles scattered around as well, tinging the air with the light, floral scent that Furina likes so much. There's another scent in the air, too - the scent of something freshly baked.
But Furina's not puttering around the kitchen. She's not there to greet Inaba, either. That leaves only one other place she can be - and once Inaba follows the trail to Furina's bedroom, she'll see a mirror of the photo gifted to her; Furina stretched out on her bed (thankfully not covered in roses, Furina had thought about it but that would make far too much of a sticky mess), one arm tucked under her head while the other pauses in idly tracing patterns along her stomach.
She smiles as Inaba enters her room, and winks.]
I see my offer was too tempting for you to resist.