cheats and liars. [autoplay]

         ❝ ryuu !! asahi-san !! ❞

          the rowdy ricochet of his voice carries despite the high-decibel bustle of the crowd scattered in asymmetrical bunches. it was just like him to get too excited over something ( much akin to a child ) and head off in another direction; whether it had been as simple as cute girl or even a cute ( princess ), well, he wouldn’t say. lacking his companions, he searched all around the area, grin still splayed across his face, mouse ears slipping off his head with his erratic movements.

          ❝ ryuu !! asahi-san !! heeeey !! ❞

          rather than spotting them, he spotted another figure in a straight line of sight.

          a c-cute ... a cute girl ... !!

          and though the thought made him bashful, noya still managed to forget his task once more and went toward her with this stupidly shy look until, he got closer and they’d noticed him already, and, uh --

          Violet spheres emit their ultraviolet rays, staying a radius about a mental force rivaling the harshest of hurricane winds. A silent cyclone, seldom requiring the simplistic uses of language. A whirlwind that gathered identities and calculations far more numerous than the stars. That was she.

          Her lips imparted nothing; not even a single twitch or sign of anything underlying. She only passed by many others, acting by their Machiavellian standards, causing the slightest ripple with the farthest range. She was always on point; always right, with masterful ease. Yet none would know her thoughts, not a one until a case was shut with finality and she headed due east, crinkling the fabric of reality and mere fancies.

          From a distance she analyzed every feature of they who sat in unknowing at her intended destination. The lilac smoothed across her lips pressed together at the seams, yet her slender frame that wracked the vicinity continued onward, meeting his side in an action that frayed the threads of experience. With a gaze, intense yet in a seldom proposition straying from harsh, she traded fervent purples with secretive eyes, glazed and grey, like ice.

          ❝ Arata Kokonoe. Seventeen. Yes? ❞ A flash of hesitance in practiced fluidity, unused to behaving in such cordial mannerisms, before refocusing her span of attention.

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