[ by virtue of it being hand-delivered by a member of the hotel staff, oushi doesn't trust it from the start. the only thing that has him beginning to consider opening the package is the staff's insistence it is from another guest. he winds up sitting with the package on the foot of his bed for a little over an hour, before curiosity finally gets the better of him and he tears into the paper.
the sweatsuit is... nice. a decent dark green that he could easily see himself wearing on his own, made of a soft cotton that doesn't feel cheap at all. were it not for the boxing tape, he might not have been able to even clock who it could've been from, since the note itself had no name attached to it.
now, this would be the time any normal person would have sent over a quick thank you. ]
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the sweatsuit is... nice. a decent dark green that he could easily see himself wearing on his own, made of a soft cotton that doesn't feel cheap at all. were it not for the boxing tape, he might not have been able to even clock who it could've been from, since the note itself had no name attached to it.
now, this would be the time any normal person would have sent over a quick thank you. ]
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