"Hey Noire...? There's something that I'd like to ask you..."
“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”
Severa sighed as she continued watching her friend. Or maybe she was just obvious and she didn’t pay attention as much. She did know when she wasn’t feeling that well. Did that even count?
She blushed when Noire kissed her hand and moved her hand so that it was holding onto the archer’s. “…It’ll be easier to watch over you at least and I wouldn’t have to worry about Morgan getting jealous if I come over to look after you.”
Ok, that came out worse than she expected. “Do you mind… sharing me with Morgan?”
Morgan? Jealous? Noire had to crack a smile at THAT mental image. She’d never seen him even anything sort of similar to jealous, so she imagined that it might look like an indignant little bird with it’s feathers ruffled on him. How cute!
“Sev... I.. Of course-” Noire finally said, and when it was spoken aloud rather than just repeated frantically over and over in her mind she even looked a little surprised that she’d managed to find the words. She and Severa were going to be more than best friends now, and honestly she couldn’t have been more excited to see how things were going to pan out from here.
“Ehehe... I probably wouldn’t say yes so easily if it were anyone else, you know.” Twiddling her thumbs, Noire peeked shyly up at her new girlfriend. “N-not many people are worthy of my best friend.”









