<strong>Suzi and Shokyou</strong><br/><br/>The nice thing about being best friends, and also best friends who both live in Horizon, is that in circumstances where Party A requires the assistance of Party B for emergency completion of forgotten business of great import and Party B has future plans to discuss with Party A, it is relatively easy for the two to meet somewhere between their respective domiciles.  Thus and so, the Wishing Girl and her Best Friend are quickly reunited, at least for the moment, and free to discuss considerable...<br/><br/>"Sweeto!"<br/><br/>...business.  Although the exultant cry of a certain Rinley Yatskaya, resident troublemaker and pain in the neck as she dashes nimbly along rooftops, a piece of cloth clutched in each fist as she leaps across the narrow alleyways drawing plenty of attention.<br/><br/>Oh.  That's not cloth.  Those look like, uhm, feminine undergarments.  What the what?<br/><br/><strong>Mayu</strong><br/><br/>Your morning contemplation and plans to move to the Archive for a while are interrupted by a soft knock at the door.  It proves to be a very embarrassed looking Asuka.<br/><br/>"Sorry, big sis, but I kind of forgot to bring in the wash yesterday because, uhm," he rubs the back of his head, looking utterly abashed.  "So, uhm, I was gonna...but, uhm, your..."<br/><br/>He holds up a small folded card.  It's about the size of a greeting card.<br/><br/>"This was hanging from the clothespin instead of your new...uhm...brassiere.  The fancy black one that Okasan didn't want you to get because it was too, uhm, y'know.  Sexy."  His blush deepens.  "Sorry."<br/><br/>The card, when opened, has a somewhat sloppy scrawl in it:<br/><br/><em>IOU one bra<br/>Will return soon<br/>Kthxbai!</em><br/><br/>And it is signed with what appears to be a self-charicature of someone with unruly hair and the letter R.