[Of all the things she could possibly do after her most recent murder prison stint, Clover starts up a baking blog. Of all things. Her pastries, she's learned, make other people happy, and she's been trying to do more of that lately.
Something rings familiar about the latest comment on something self-indulgent she's made, strawberry flavored with berries and messy icing on top, and it doesn't click completely until she catches the username. File tKazunari under "people she never expected to hear from or about ever again in her life."
N I C E C A K E, right, yeah, that happened. That's happening. This is happening?]
hey thanks! biggest place I ever served a cake for was just a slumber party though lol
[Not being the type to fuss over her decisions means this comment receives about thirty seconds of thought (she definitely thinks herself quite clever for it), followed by all of the panicking Clover is capable of. There's proper contact info elsewhere on the blog, though it might take some digging because organization is well beyond Clover's specialties; still, she ends up fussing back and forth over why he didn't just email her or something if it's really, actually him. What a weird thing she has to ask herself; "what if it's a different Kazunari besides the one who I was in a murdergame with in a hotel with literally Lithuania?"???? Every time she thinks shit can't get any more bizarre!!!!!]
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Something rings familiar about the latest comment on something self-indulgent she's made, strawberry flavored with berries and messy icing on top, and it doesn't click completely until she catches the username. File tKazunari under "people she never expected to hear from or about ever again in her life."
N I C E C A K E, right, yeah, that happened. That's happening. This is happening?]
hey thanks! biggest place I ever served a cake for was just a slumber party though lol
[Not being the type to fuss over her decisions means this comment receives about thirty seconds of thought (she definitely thinks herself quite clever for it), followed by all of the panicking Clover is capable of. There's proper contact info elsewhere on the blog, though it might take some digging because organization is well beyond Clover's specialties; still, she ends up fussing back and forth over why he didn't just email her or something if it's really, actually him. What a weird thing she has to ask herself; "what if it's a different Kazunari besides the one who I was in a murdergame with in a hotel with literally Lithuania?"???? Every time she thinks shit can't get any more bizarre!!!!!]