But okay okay okay omg. Fukawa is practically vibrating as he approaches. Is she dreaming? She must be. Ah, his musk tantalizes her nostrils even through the bitter bite of winter air. He has such lovely scarlet eyes, not cold and bloody like that bitch Celes.
Not the person she wants to be thinking of as he puts his hands on her shoulder (aaaaah) then stands tall above her (aAAAAH), locking his eyes to hers (AAAAAHAAAHAAA).
Please be normal about this.]
O-okay... [Her voice is barely a whisper. Emboldened, her palms come to rest oh-so-lightly on his chest. She lets her eyes fall shut.
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But okay okay okay omg. Fukawa is practically vibrating as he approaches. Is she dreaming? She must be. Ah, his musk tantalizes her nostrils even through the bitter bite of winter air. He has such lovely scarlet eyes, not cold and bloody like that bitch Celes.
Not the person she wants to be thinking of as he puts his hands on her shoulder (aaaaah) then stands tall above her (aAAAAH), locking his eyes to hers (AAAAAHAAAHAAA).
Please be normal about this.]
O-okay... [Her voice is barely a whisper. Emboldened, her palms come to rest oh-so-lightly on his chest. She lets her eyes fall shut.
And waits.]