giggling , as she follows their mascot around the circumference of a circular table , she gestures for her girlfriend to join them . " look , hima - chan ! poe and i are ducky besties! "
❝ of course . ❞ and though exasperation paints her tone , air flooding from her lungs , a sigh breezing past previously pursed lips , tenderness is its uncharacteristic counterpart . shaped fingernails drum against the table’s surface , a leg crossed over the other , body language naught but unwelcoming — it will not dissuade ayako , she is well aware . half - lidded eyes follow their path , though her head never turns , and ( unbeknown to her ) slight tension leaves her shoulders , though never do her shoulders fall , guard let down . she cannot spare too long , infiltration routes to pore over and strategies to ponder , roles falling to her , though not quite to her dismay . never does her sharp tongue rest , however , and her gaze finds them once more . ❝ are you going to waddle around all day ? we don’t have time to waste . ❞
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