[lk;ajdsf thank you 🥺 Derry Girls is required viewing for all humanity, cocks gun
Anyway NPC exposition aside, it really is a pity that she can't witness how gallantly D takes matters into his own hands. She'll at least have the memory of him half naked in prison.
All throughout his cautious ministrations, Fukawa remains a non-entity. Her sleep is unusually blissful. Perhaps more elegant than usual too: she's typically playing pillbug with the bedsheets cocooned around her, and on occasion a wet spot will grace her pillow. Figures it would take literal magic to grant her a lick of poise.
She stirs not one bit as he brushes the crumbs away. Nor as he draws her closer. The space between them grows short as the seconds grow long.
He pulls away.
At first there is nothing. Then slowly, Fukawa leans forward. Her hand rises, searching.]
...Bya...kuya-sama?
[Her fingers come to rest on a sturdy chest. Her eyes are still closed. It's the thinning edges of a dream she's chasing, and hopes to find in the lips that just left hers.]
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Anyway NPC exposition aside, it really is a pity that she can't witness how gallantly D takes matters into his own hands. She'll at least have the memory of him half naked in prison.
All throughout his cautious ministrations, Fukawa remains a non-entity. Her sleep is unusually blissful. Perhaps more elegant than usual too: she's typically playing pillbug with the bedsheets cocooned around her, and on occasion a wet spot will grace her pillow. Figures it would take literal magic to grant her a lick of poise.
She stirs not one bit as he brushes the crumbs away. Nor as he draws her closer. The space between them grows short as the seconds grow long.
He pulls away.
At first there is nothing. Then slowly, Fukawa leans forward. Her hand rises, searching.]
...Bya...kuya-sama?
[Her fingers come to rest on a sturdy chest. Her eyes are still closed. It's the thinning edges of a dream she's chasing, and hopes to find in the lips that just left hers.]