“Hey, what’s that?”
Ah, now she was getting familiar with this place. Well, not... familiar, familiar- she still had the bare basics of who she was and spots in her memory- but she was growing comfortable enough to be a bit more adventurous and stop letting her anxieties completely dictate her life.
Apparently, that also meant disregarding some personal space. Not that she’d know! She was practically leaning over this lady’s shoulder, eyes fixed on whatever it was she had in her hand.
Was it a cat? Alcohol? Nothing at all? Who knows! Kyouka certainly doesn’t.
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