[He could text as well, but he could also run into a pole or someone scantily clad and there's really no recovering from a fuck up like that. So he focuses on walking and working his way to her front door, standing there for a long moment to think about how he should knock before settling for something quick and jaunty.]
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[He could text as well, but he could also run into a pole or someone scantily clad and there's really no recovering from a fuck up like that. So he focuses on walking and working his way to her front door, standing there for a long moment to think about how he should knock before settling for something quick and jaunty.]
Heyo, delivery for the princess.