Several hours before, it may be noted that Murasaki Aoiko rather groggily pulled herself out of bed, and contented herself with reading her mail and preparing breakfast while her boyfriend was in the shower. One particular message caught her attention, and after reading over it three times, she carefully scribed out a message and sent if off. The reply came back just as she finished off a bowl of miso, and after one more moment to consider, she located a pure white yukata from her closet and stole out of the flat.
Which leads to the present, and Aoiko - occasionally scratching at her wrists in some nervous manner - stealing right back up behind Jatsu. 'I am dreadfully sorry for my lateness,' she said, her perfectly-straight posture and expression indicating precisely the opposite. 'There was an awful queue at the clinic, and I was forced to argue for ages with a frightful doctor about a particular facial feature. Did I miss anything of particular import?' She tilted her head just slightly to the side, flashing a brief little smile.