[ it's thoughtfulness, rather than true fatigue, that makes her languorous. it's true — there is some part of her, as long as she exists, that seems awake at all times. watchful, biding her time, ready for most anything. the glimmering, patient gaze of a nocturnal animal waiting for its chance.
it simmers beneath the surface, boiled down after the steam and heat of party-going dissipates away. her eyes narrow to a focused half-mast — soft and sharp all at once — as ibaraki wraps an arm around her and says that. her voice becomes a low rumble in her chest, a quiet purr between them as she responds. ]
Well, you're not wrong about that.
[ no use beating around the bush anymore, though, close as they are now. ]
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it simmers beneath the surface, boiled down after the steam and heat of party-going dissipates away. her eyes narrow to a focused half-mast — soft and sharp all at once — as ibaraki wraps an arm around her and says that. her voice becomes a low rumble in her chest, a quiet purr between them as she responds. ]
Well, you're not wrong about that.
[ no use beating around the bush anymore, though, close as they are now. ]
Kaneguma made an appearance tonight.