Kaze had forgot about ordering the book for Briar Rose, honestly, but when he got the notification that it was waiting to be picked up from the Amazon locker, he had just got in the Uber for the Circle, for a month of Incarceration. He had to tell her before he got there. The rules were so up in the air, it seemed like every time a Councillor had mentioned his sentence in the last couple Council meetings, they'd described the terms different then the last time. Furlough? Yes? No? Guardians visit only? Councillors visit only? Who knows whether he could send a text. Better do it now.


But he can't just rush it. Rose is cagey. Kaze remembers her saying she didn't want to be in a database, though to be fair she was talking about providing actual DNA at the time. Still, he needs to take some time and think about how to reassure her that he didn't give any of her personal information to anyone, not that he really had much personal information, but she had given him her number, and he had to be clear that he hadn't giving it out to Amazon or anything.


And tone too; he didn't want to come across condescending, like she didn't already know Kanji and needed a 'how to' book. This was about a better system than just repetitive writing the characters; it was about creating personal stories, meaningful to just yourself and turning the character into an illustration of your own story to remember it. It was perfect; it had helped him a lot, and he had already known how to write, but he was a lot better after his grandfather gave him the book. Right, so how do you say all that in like, twenty five characters, in the...eight minutes left before we get to the point where he'd be walking, and he was NOT EVER going to be one of those people who walked around on the street blindly texting.


Okay. Looks good. Hopefully. Either way, he did the best he could, and after he hits 'send', it's done, no thinking about it anymore and on to the next...challenge. Facing Phoenyx, and being under lock and key for a month with her as the Warden. Yeah. Breath. Just let it go: the illusion of control.