@rk-silverknight continued from here;;
『 HE SAT UP ON THE COUCH, 』 joints creaking and limbs aching. His chest hurt — he leaned back and worked on steadying his breathing. Slowly but surely, the rapid thumping of his heart in his chest calmed, and the pain completely (finally) receded.
Takeo let out an uneven sigh, and turned back to M-21, blinking. He looked about the room, searching for the figure of the red-haired woman he had definitely seen just moments before. Didn’t 21...
❝ She... Teira was right he— ❞
... ah. He had been asleep on the couch. So that was why she had been there, in Frankenstein’s home even when Tao had taken such extreme measures to secure everything.
He hardly had to think about it before he gave a shaky nod to the offer, scooting over to one side of the couch so that M-21 would have a spot to sit down.
Weeks later, and the memory of Teira... no, Aris, still haunted him — and even when he knew better than to think of her, or to let the memories of her intrude on his thoughts. This was so shameful.









