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Hi Adam, it's Weiss. I want to talk to you about something. When are you free? I can bring Frost.

[ She knows the "It's Weiss" portion of her message probably can be offset by the cute puppy portion. Hopefully. ]

[It had been a week or so since their spout with one another. The rest of their time had been silent without speaking with one another... Maybe that was better for him, if that's what he really wanted.

Either or, walking back from the library with her own ingredients for something at home, she picked up a rather warm bowl of egg drop soup, noodles with beef bits in it and seasoned a little spicy, variety of juices and custard buns for something sweet.

When she found herself at his door, she hesitated and knocked. First nothing. She leaned her ear to his door but then pulled away from her own fear of hearing things she had heard back in HQ whenever he might of had 'company' over.

Looking down the hallway then back, finding it rather remote, it felt like it was a good enough place to keep it at his door. So she knelt down and set it in front of it, arranging everything carefully. She didn't have to say write anything or let him know she did it, she just hoped he'd eat.

Pushing herself up, she gave one last small knock to his door before turning to go back down the hallway to the exit.]

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