An entire week had gone by, and still the pink envelope remained safely wedged within his grading papers, unseen to anyone else but him. Sice had yet to mention anything about it to him personally, and he began to wonder if she was even aware that she had dropped it when he was in the room. After all, there'd be no reason to question him about it if she didn't know he had seen it being dropped. Knowing how well he guarded his own privacy, the commander refused to open the curiously sealed contents, but at the same time it was difficult not to think about it. In his office, he found himself straying from homework and test papers to wonder about the worn, fading pink envelope peeking out from in between his books only to find no other obvious clues that could come to mind. It was meant for Seven, but if it had not been opened when given to her, well, it simply made no sense.Ā
It honestly bothered him.
With a light sigh, he checked the time and closed his books, making sure to keep the envelope well out of sight. It was nearing detention, which meant another afternoon with the snowy-haired female-- on better terms than the last time. They were speaking again, and her attendance had improved greatly since the last week, something that kept his mind at ease. He had planned on returning the envelope privately to her, but now he began to feel uneasy with the task, despite having kept it untouched. It hadn't bothered him when he had run in on the two exchanging the pink paper, but the memory of it did now. More than he'd like to admit, at least. With heavy footsteps he made his way toward the classroom, unsurprised to find that he was the first to arrive. Tonberry followed him as always, taking his spot on the commander's desk while he took his own seat and waited for her to come in.
