[There's a squeak as she's resettled, maneuvered into something more dignified. Nobody's manhandled her this much in her life, who on Earth would have the audacity to
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Oh, w-w-well, hahaha...n-not in any significant sense... [Was it just her? Or was this place positively teeming with beautiful men? She had never encountered so many billboard-ready faces in her life as she has in the short weeks of being dead.
Though admittedly, the ears are, uh. Surely that's someone's preference, someone like Yamada would squeal with piggish delight. And he's definitely older than her, by at least ten years. It would be improper to pursue anything, but can the heart be helped in matters of love?
There's still Sylvain, though—
WAIT NO SHE MEANS BYAKUYA-SAMA!!
God, what is happening to her right now? Are her palms getting sweaty?]
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Oh, w-w-well, hahaha...n-not in any significant sense... [Was it just her? Or was this place positively teeming with beautiful men? She had never encountered so many billboard-ready faces in her life as she has in the short weeks of being dead.
Though admittedly, the ears are, uh. Surely that's someone's preference, someone like Yamada would squeal with piggish delight. And he's definitely older than her, by at least ten years. It would be improper to pursue anything, but can the heart be helped in matters of love?
There's still Sylvain, though—
WAIT NO SHE MEANS BYAKUYA-SAMA!!
God, what is happening to her right now? Are her palms getting sweaty?]
I think you arrived in the n-nick of time...