Jan 4, 2019
@apathitic / (rimu&moca)
“my... lunch?”
voice is soft, questioning the other’s intentions. well... it wasn’t just her lunch the other asked about - it was what was in her hands. “i-it’s, um... rosemary and garlic bread. my... my aunt made it. she... is trying to make bread from scratch, lately. d-do you want to try?”
how... peculiar. she was beginning to think that most girls at haneoka were this strange. wasn’t there the other one, who... primula was very certain that she had no idea who friedrich nietzsche really was...
