p-pull the trigger, kiyohime
“Eh? What? M-Master, no! I could never..I would...” Beads of sweat ran down her face, the weapon in her hand still pointing at Yumeko. “I shouldn’t...i really shouldn’t, but...”
“I’m sorry Master!! Please forgive me!” Kiyohime’s finger curled around the trigger with force, activating the firing mechanism..-!
Pssshhh. A thin stream of water flew through the air, splashing against Yumeko and dripping down her face. The water pistol fell to the ground, Kiyohime grabbing Yumeko in a hug. “Waaah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”
..she’s not ready for summer yet.









