[She can't help but feel a little dubious when the box comes--especially considering Christmas was nearly a month ago now, and it was fairly rare that random boxes in Duplicity could be trusted...]
[Still, she takes the box and the bag into the apartment and sits on her bed to examine it and the bag, finding the note before she's opened anything. She feels a simultaneous wave of relief and anxiety seeing who it is from. Oh dear god, there had better not be lingerie in that box...]
[After glancing at the cupcakes she opens the box--before nearly dropping it at the sight of what was inside. She gasped, setting her fingers over her mouth in shock before lifting the obi from the box and then running her hand over the kimono beneath it... The colors and design were almost identical to the kimono she had always worn... How did he know...?]
It's beautiful, Okita-san. Wherever did you find it?
[If kimono had been available they had not been anywhere she had access to. She had considered making her own, but by then she had become accustomed to the western clothes she had accumulated.]
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[Still, she takes the box and the bag into the apartment and sits on her bed to examine it and the bag, finding the note before she's opened anything. She feels a simultaneous wave of relief and anxiety seeing who it is from. Oh dear god, there had better not be lingerie in that box...]
[After glancing at the cupcakes she opens the box--before nearly dropping it at the sight of what was inside. She gasped, setting her fingers over her mouth in shock before lifting the obi from the box and then running her hand over the kimono beneath it... The colors and design were almost identical to the kimono she had always worn... How did he know...?]
It's beautiful, Okita-san. Wherever did you find it?
[If kimono had been available they had not been anywhere she had access to. She had considered making her own, but by then she had become accustomed to the western clothes she had accumulated.]