The return of the prankster mon!
She had come a little late, aquiring an old-looking messenger bag that she had found in her closet that would probably die for a cleaning. This messenger bag was a little bit dusty, brown clothed with more than enough pouches to make it secure. Honestly, the Whimsicott looked ready for action without a reason to be. The contents of the bag were currently unknown, but her actions were more careful than usual so it could have been something fragile.
With a quick knock on the door that could've sounded like a secret code, Emi stood by the door. The goofy grin on her features made her look silly but also showed that she hadn't changed in the slightest.