“No way,” she states flatly, without any hesitation. She’s not happy and she doesn’t smile well in the first place—so there’s not even an argument to be made of the matter.
Typical.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I phrased that wrong, I did."
Soft exhale, shoulders deflate. She tilts her head sideways, gesture innocuous, and takes a step closer (but the smile that curls up on her lips as she takes Shinju's chin between her thumb and index finger to forcibly make her look up and keep her head in place is anything but innocent).
"I want you to smile, and so you should."












