[ Wednesday sunlight fades into shadow, and Yuzu rises in its absence. She double-checks the date, gets herself cleaned up and checks her appearance for any new changes, double-checks the address, and makes her way over. She'd scoped the general area in nights previous, so she could at least head the proper direction. Better vision in the increasing gloom gets her over the correct streets, and eventually she descends to the sidewalk in front of the proper building.
She's not expecting that he'll be waiting for her on the roof. That's more of a second or third meeting kind of thing.
Checking the address on her scrap of paper one last time against the building she's found, Yuzu takes a breath, settles her wings and her nerves, and raps her scaled knuckles against the door.
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She's not expecting that he'll be waiting for her on the roof. That's more of a second or third meeting kind of thing.
Checking the address on her scrap of paper one last time against the building she's found, Yuzu takes a breath, settles her wings and her nerves, and raps her scaled knuckles against the door.
Knock knock. It's religion. ]