[ yukari is a mess when she flings open the door with no small amount of enthusiasm: huge horns that are almost touching the top of the door frame; a blanket thrown over her shoulders, absently rubbing a thumb over the hem; an expression somewhere between panicked and impatient. her eyes linger on the backpack for a moment before settling on minako's face. ]
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Uh...hey.
[ iris has been a Time. ]