[Chise glanced around, taking in the house’s furnishings and layout as she gently closed the door behind her. Somehow it seemed… fitting. Like a reflection of the woman she knew. And yet… the emptiness that existed here, the wilting of the flowers…
Either Iris was feeling ill or… she wasn’t here. How strange.]
Iris? [She called out once more, trying again. Still no response.] I guess she really isn’t home.
[A small kernel of guilt settled into her stomach for trespassing. It really had been out of concern. Her fingers hovered near her bag, debating sending a message on her device but… no, it was best to leave things be.
Still… it would be a shame if the flowers wilted in Iris’ absence. Chise located a watering can, making sure to give them proper care, before she left the house once more.]
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Either Iris was feeling ill or… she wasn’t here. How strange.]
Iris? [She called out once more, trying again. Still no response.] I guess she really isn’t home.
[A small kernel of guilt settled into her stomach for trespassing. It really had been out of concern. Her fingers hovered near her bag, debating sending a message on her device but… no, it was best to leave things be.
Still… it would be a shame if the flowers wilted in Iris’ absence. Chise located a watering can, making sure to give them proper care, before she left the house once more.]