[ When Yuya arrives, Yuzu is sitting on the raised ledge of the roof, her back to the city around them; it's her wings that hang over the edge, rather than her legs. Her face is made up a little, to cover up what little color remains from the bruise of IV's slap in the week before, but the dim illumination of a winter night would likely have masked it well enough. Her hair is combed out, but not tied up, and hangs loose over her shoulders.
She sits up a little straighter as he approaches, taking the offered plate with an attempted smile in one cheek. ]
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She sits up a little straighter as he approaches, taking the offered plate with an attempted smile in one cheek. ]
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