#terminumvicta

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  As unforeseen as it was for the digital mistress of his to reappear back into his life just in a flash, it did not effect the deva in any negative way. In fact, his interest for the cantor grew again and his spirits rose. Inumuta Houka was glad to see his fellow interest back into his life, even though it had just happened in the blink of an eye. 

         “… Oi, Miku. It’s pleasing to see you again, you know.”

            It had certainly been a while since Miku had last seen this techy deva. She was happy-- She really was-- To be able to see him again. For a moment, she thought that she was just seeing a false image, or mirage, of some sorts, but it was really him..! Finally, after so long, she was able to meet him, once more. She was honestly scared of never seeing him again. That thought seemed to haunt her a lot, whenever she was alone.

An irritated, almost hostile glare could be seen from Ryuko, where she sat glowering on the couch across from a certain someone. Why Satsuki let him come over whenever the hell he wanted, she had no clue. It was the same for the other former Elite Four members, but it was more difficult dealing with his insufferable attitude. 

And, of course, her dear big sister had to go out on an errand while he was visiting and leave her stuck here in the living room with him, while he kept busy on his laptop. This. Totally. Was. Not. Awkward. At all. Finally, something in the delinquent seemed to snap, as she suddenly slammed down her hands on the couch, and jerked to her feet.