week 4, tuesday like 4pmish

[cherrypuncher]

[News travels fast in li'l ol' Whole Ass, given that the town grows ever smaller and it isn't like it's big enough for anyone to not notice the fucking disaster zone that is the bank and also Yuna is kind of Milla's roommate and we all know how that went and she has been fretting herself to death since Monday how dare you assholes

But her project's been finished, and she's sure by now Jason must be well enough to take visitors—trying to come see him at the clinic because she put too much faith in his self-preservation skills and inevitably being redirected by somebody or another confirmed that much—so Yuna comes knocking on Jason's door, light and rapid tappataptaptaptap-ing.]

Jaaaasooon! It's me, Yuna! Are you feeling well enough for me to say hi? [pppause] You don't have to come to the door if the answer's no, but I have something for you.

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[impulsiveness]

[To be fair, Jason isn't the only one to have bailed out of the clinic by Tuesday morning. He's even been a good sport and stayed in his room to rest! Or, well, he did — after several tongue lashings by concerned individuals this morning. Ba dum tshh...

Speaking of tongues (or not), there isn't so much as a peep from the other side of the door. No indication that Jason intends to open the door, right until some sort of object is tossed against it. Possibly a pencil, or something else that's equally light.

That may or may not be her invitation to come in.]