[ mmm... she might be asleep. he could wait a little longer since he had nothing to do in his day off until having dinner with constance. it's hard staying away when he promised tinya to leave tomoe alone, call it indebtedness for protecting him or an attempt to repent for his sins, but something warm pulls him back to that woman. to that creepy, pitiful... beautiful, willowy, dark-eyed woman.
no. stop it.
what tomoe doesn't know... he poured enough alcohol in the fruit punch constance prepared that he's slightly relaxed and pleasant to go to tomoe's home and pull pranks on the lady. what his senses didn't expect... if she were bushi, she would have contemplated the sheen of his blade. instead — ]
I-- Itaii! Wh--
[ with a poked expression, it turns into a shriek of surprise at seeing her there behind him. finally, he's all teary, still squatting. ]
no subject
no. stop it.
what tomoe doesn't know... he poured enough alcohol in the fruit punch constance prepared that he's slightly relaxed and pleasant to go to tomoe's home and pull pranks on the lady. what his senses didn't expect... if she were bushi, she would have contemplated the sheen of his blade. instead — ]
I-- Itaii! Wh--
[ with a poked expression, it turns into a shriek of surprise at seeing her there behind him. finally, he's all teary, still squatting. ]
Wh-- Why are you there!? Are you also a ghost!?