#greatxtransgressor

it's near evening, and he's not sure if she'll answer. but he tries with a couple knocks at the door. regardless if she answers, he speaks anyway. "aile. i know ya probably hate me by now, an' you'd be right to. but i- gah, i'm not good at this." he just pushes the notecard under the door. his handwriting is terrible, but it was legible enough. [ sorry for what happened at the lake. ] is all it says.

   Once she hears the door, Aile was gonna open her mouth, ‘Hold on, I am coming!’ is those exact words, only to hear such an familiar voice, who decided it was best to use her as an hostage, & kill her if he has to. Vicious. With a notecard sild though the door. She takes such gentle steps, not wanting to make a ground, & grabbing the blanc card, eyes reading her with such a frown, & reading. He’s bad at writing, isn’t he? 

At least, he’s trying. emotions & logic is clashing within her. 

Her emotional side, ever double edge, tells her to give him a chance, forgive & forget, & let it slide just this one.  On the other hand, her logical side warns her to cut him off, & leave him be. So cold.  The co-leader knows she needs to balance the two sides out, by taking a deep breathe, letting her mind be clear, knowing what to do, grabbing an cheap blank paper, & using cheap noir pens to write down, 

‘I am sorry for ditching you ; I shouldn’t have done that. - Aile’

It’s not neat, nor messy, but it will have to do. 

It took a while, and a lot of using portals to move furniture from the Quantum Sea to this new apartment of hers, just so she could decorate it to her liking and make it look cozy as well, but it had been worth it.

Checking on the time, Estelle saw that it was close to morning, the entire move-in having taken all-night long. Nodding to herself, she reasoned that her neighbours should be awake, so she stepped out of her apartment and took some freshly baked pie and some soda cans with her.

Knocking on the door of apartment one, she decided to cheerfully speak.

He wasn’t quite sure what to make of his new neighbor. On one hand, he gave off the same kind of vibe that someone like Nu did, but on the other hand, he was a bit more chaotic. But not in a bad way. At least, not by his standards.

He leaned against the entrance to his room and decided to call out to his neighbor who was grumbling to himself about things being bored.