Now, then, carefully... [ Rung can be heard on the other side of the door as it slides open and Rung slips through. He keeps the door open for the moment as he passes in. Scanning for Twitch's frame and then spots the bundle of blankets. Package firmly in hand, his silhouette casting to the floor like a parent partaking in Santa Giving Traditions.
Moving from the spot the door slides to a close. The shadow taken with it. ]
Twitch. Dear, are you alright? [ He stops a few steps away, the crinkle of paper in hand. ]
Is this a bad time... [ But perhaps its good he came in person then. ]
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Date: 2023-10-22 10:35 pm (UTC)Moving from the spot the door slides to a close. The shadow taken with it. ]
Twitch. Dear, are you alright? [ He stops a few steps away, the crinkle of paper in hand. ]
Is this a bad time... [ But perhaps its good he came in person then. ]