#riftglow

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        THEY’RE IN NO HURRY to get the studio today. Himari has tennis club and Tsugu has student council, so rehearsal would begin a bit later than usual. They can take things easy until then, though the remaining bandmates aren’t about to make the trip to the studio without Ran. So up the stairs Tomoe comes, waving a hand, casual as ever, other thumb hooked in her pocket. ❝ Yo! Ran. We were wonderin’ where you were. Kinda figured you might be up here. Or, well, y’know...our ❛ Great Detective Moca ❜ did. ❞

          Her laugh comes easily, and she joins Ran by the railing, leaning over it and looking knowingly her way before directing her gaze out to the city skyline. ( She doesn’t need to add anything more to that sentiment. Saying that Moca thought of her is enough. ) ❝ Man, this is nostalgic. Just seeing the sunset is one thing, but from up here, it really gets me thinking about how far we’ve come. ❞

TOMOE HAS HER ROUNDS to make for Valentine's, but of course, the chocolates made for Afterglow are the most special. The time comes for their exchange on the roof, and she comes bearing homemade chocolates. They range in flavor — white, milk, dark — and each of her bandmates will receive a bag with their favorite type. They’re also decorated with icing in their favorite colors, and sealed with wrapping to match.

❝ This one’s yours, Himari — here’s Ran’s — Moca, this one’s yours — and Tsugu, this one’s yours, ❞ she says as she distributes her gifts, naming each one as it goes to its recipient. ❝ Hope they came out alright. Tsugu, you’re probably the first person I would’ve gone to for help with making ‘em, but I couldn’t ruin it, so...hehe. Happy Valentine’s, you guys. ❞

Nonverbal | Accepting

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

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SHE CAN TELL Ran’s about to doze off, but oh man oh man oh man is this the softest thing. Tomoe doesn’t dare move a muscle, except to gently shift them both to a more comfortable position, draping one arm around Ran to bring her a little closer in. But after that, Tomoe is practically a statue. The slightest movement might wake Ran…and on top of it all, for as much as the two of them can clash, seeing Ran with her guard down is making Tomoe melt.

Mistletoe kisses | Accepting

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IT HAPPENS SORT OF by accident; Tsugumi’s family is decorating for the holidays, and at the table they take while they wait for Moca and Himari to show up, there happens to be a branch of the festive plant hanging almost playfully over their heads. Neither of them notice at first, actually.

But Tomoe happens to idly glance up, her lips forming a small “O” when the realization hits her. When Ran notices that something has caught Tomoe’s attention, Tomoe can’t help a little simper crossing her face. She knows the saccharine stories surrounding the mistletoe.

Shit the Chaos Lesbians Say | Accepting

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what up, i'm tomoe, i'm 15 and i never fucking learned how to read.