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079127 replied to your post:I'm lonely.
You’re not a peasant. Enough of that. (´<_｀ ) Let’s go on a date.
But anyone who can't ever treat herself to a bucket of KFC to feast upon alone is a peasant, it's a given. _('､3｣ ∠ )_ Alright then! A date it is and a date it shall be! Can I hold your hand? Wait. No. That came in wrong. I meant where would you like to go first, miss beautiful?
"O.o"
Send me a O.o I’ll generate a number and my muse will react to your muse telling them something they probably don’t want to hear.
3 - “There’s been an accident.”
It was supposed to be just a normal visit to the flower shop her friend worked at, a normal day where they chat together and maybe even laugh like little high school girls except their ages gave away the fact that they weren't high school students anymore (well except for Sayaka, she's still in high school technically speaking, just not a student) but then there was that. That sudden completely-out-of-topic announcement (they were talking about the languages of flowers because 'surprisingly' cocktails had languages too) that left an air of silence between them.
Sayaka's mouth slowly falls close as she tried to take in what the elder had just said, confusion contorting upon her features because what? "Wait, what? Wait. What?" Okay, she just said that twice and now the short-haired raven feels dumb, bringing one hand up to scratch the side of her head and ruffle her hair in process in an attempt to calm the slowly quickening beating of her heart. "I mean, what accident? D-Did your pet fish die or something? Or is your flower shop closing down because of bankrupt or--" Her eyes widens as she gasped, one terrible thought popping in her mind as she tried to piece two and two together and oh god she hopes that wasn't it. She desperately hoped it wasn't so.
"W-Was your child a stillborn?"
00:00:00
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Although the numbers on her wrist made no sound as they continuously decreased, she could still hear a clock’s ticking somewhere – probably in her head – as she watched the numbers go down. 00:01:47… 00:01:46… 00:01:45… She couldn’t help but mumble to herself as she waited, counted along as she tried to pent-up the building excitement within her, biting on her bottom lip to keep a grin from forming on her face.
She had been waiting for this moment to come ever since she found out what the countdown on her wrist meant, believing into it no matter how ridiculous it sounded to the point where, twenty three hours earlier, she had difficulties to sleep, the dark circles beneath her eyes a sign of proof.
Tick, tick, tick.
Only fourty seconds left, her head turning from one direction to the other as she searched through the crowd of Shibuya for her so called soulmate, giving the numbers on her wrist a glance in each step forward she took. Her heart was beginning to beat rapidly in her chest, mixing in with the sound of ticking until —
Five. Four…
Sayaka held her breath in and halted on her tracks.
Three. Two. One.
Amidst the bustling crowds of Shibuya, Tokyo, her eyes landed only on the female that stood at the other side of the populous crossroad, wide-eyed, jaw-dropped and speechless as she stared at the long-haired beauty.
And then, at the same time, the two of them moved forward.
Zero.
“Miss… Rena…?”
079127 replied to your post:azumaxrion replied to your post:azumaxrion replied...
No.
Oh.
079127 replied to your post:(´-ω-|
(´-ω| Why not?
Because I'd rather see your beauty. [岩蔭|]ｰ_—)>—o(･_･ ) ｽﾞﾘｽﾞﾘ!!
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(" ˆ⌣ˆ>ԅ(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) No hiding. ♡
