[It's really fortunate that they crossed paths here rather than back in Japan, otherwise their collective obliviousness to the social phenomenon of "phrasing" might have quickly landed them into a scandal. Quite pleased that he's ready to go, she giggles lightly.]

Fufu... Very well. Truth be told, I am not sure if could have waited any longer. After all, long have I waited for this. I shall make haste, then.

[It doesn't take long after ending the call for her to show up, knocking gently on his apartment's door... somehow, despite having a full bag of conbini pudding and instant ramen in each hand. The reason would become apparent, though, once Tamaki answers the door: sprouting out of her head, mixed in with her silver hair are several strange, wriggling... appendages of the same color, some also carrying similar hefty bags of their favorite snacks.

They kind of look like shirataki noodles, these tentacles.

Also, she does seem slightly flushed, as if running a slight fever. At least, that's what Takane thinks it is at this moment.]