[The thing about letters is that they pass by Speedwagon's hands more often now then they ever have. It's the life of a big business head... or that's what Speedwagon is assuming. Ever since finding oil, and even Erina's letters before that, the british ex-thug found his life significantly more... complicated.
If that was even possible.
That said, hopefully Cherryblod didn't have too much trouble getting there, and he'll find the door being answered by an all too familiar face.]
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If that was even possible.
That said, hopefully Cherryblod didn't have too much trouble getting there, and he'll find the door being answered by an all too familiar face.]
...Yes? Miss Erina, is that-- [Oh? OH]
Mister Cherryblod! You arrived!