[ She's as prepared as she can be for this, now. It's been a thought for months now in passing and a more intensely intrusive one for the past weeks. It's something she can't shake, something she has a sincere need to bring to light. Today alone, she has waited. From first light -- as she often wakes -- and through simple daily tasks, the average tending to of the berries outside, feeding pokemon, and showering them with attention before showering and doing a bit of cleaning. It's still early when she finishes -- before noon -- and she gathers herself up and tells herself she's being silly.
Anabel takes her time outside his bedroom door. Hand curled like the knots in her stomach before she raises it higher and knocks at the door frame. She waits a moment and opens the door, peeking in slightly. ]
Good afternoon. May I have some of your time?
[ That... probably isn't how she should've started this. ]
probably valentine's idk
Anabel takes her time outside his bedroom door. Hand curled like the knots in her stomach before she raises it higher and knocks at the door frame. She waits a moment and opens the door, peeking in slightly. ]
Good afternoon. May I have some of your time?
[ That... probably isn't how she should've started this. ]