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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, hipponotic. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 974.51.606.44 *** hipponotic has joined 974.51.606.44 <hipponotic> This is Yuya Sakaki! (*^.^*) | ||||
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[ It takes some of the tension out of her. It was hard enough to endure Yusei throwing their whole friendship in her face like this, but fighting with Yuya again, or losing him outright... she'd rather endure Yusei's anger a dozen times over.
Not that she really wanted to endure that in the first place, but she couldn't abide by what his fatalistic, hopeless perspective demanded.
She takes another breath, trying to blink through tears—before giving up on that, withdrawing a borrowed handkerchief to scrub the rest out of her eyes. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean to... start blubbering through it on you like that.
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[Hmm. Well, that flimsy handkerchief doesn't look like it's getting burned... her heat must have gone down too, then.
That means he can finally do what he's wanted to do for a long time. Reach out, and hug her tight.]
Everything will be fine. I promise.
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[ At touch, her heat dials down further; never quite low enough to be mistaken for a healthy human's temperature, but now it only seems like fever, rather than the billowing heat from an open oven. Her arms settle against his back, chin to his shoulder. Like always, he's cold...
She closes her eyes, relaxing. Even like that, it's still Yuya. Everything will be fine. ]
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