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     As a part-timer librarian helper, he was required to pay attention to the readers around, sorting out to books to their own respective categories, arranging the books in each bookshelf and etc. If someone else looked doubtful in this librarian. He had to approach them, even if the reader was in bad mood today. There’s one possible case today, especially when the female had yet to enter any certain bookshelf.

ah... it’s silly that he would walk into a place like this, and the very fact that this club is comprised entirely of women just confirms it. literature is a feminine hobby, then... he clutches the strap of his bag, obviously nervous. but... he does want to join this club. it has a more relaxed atmosphere than the others he’s been to. and while it is only girls, there are only four of them...

he’s still mulling over whether or not he should stay or mumble out and excuse and dash out, never to return again, when he eyes a book with a red cover. 

could it be?

i believe you’ll feel better and have a great time at the con! if they try to make you take it again i’d say try to explain that it really made you feel ill or that you’ll start it after the con if they really want you to,, idk but i wish you the best of luck!

               ❛ if you don’t mind me asking … ❜ she closed her book , looking                 over to the other with an inquisitive look on her face . ❛ who’s                                                                                           blood was it ? ❜

                 while the smell , taste & feel of blood were all near irresistable                to her , yuri often found blood to be irritating . it stained her                  clothes if she covered wounds too quickly & it could often give                 away a recent - session , if she was in school & wasn’t careful                                                                                                  enough .

                   she had to admit that the feeling of the other yuri’s blood on her                                                          fingers would probably feel quite nice .

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          “o—” ours, she moves to say, unaccustomed to the sensation of familiarity in a separate being; so intimate, &. yet so different. for every similarity, there was a difference to offset the imperfection. a delicate little thing like that deserves to be hurt.

            she wonders if the other yuri ever feels the same way.

            hands uncertainly tend to violet locks, eyes turned away from the gaze of the other. they’re functionally the same, but she can’t help the shame, her interest relenting to anxiety.

            “i— it was.. it was my own.” she had to think of them as separate entities; it was the respectful way to go about it. “I- I know, th- that’s not.. that’s not special,” a small sigh, “I j- just.. i-it just— I never.. got it on my hands be— before last night..” 

“O-oh, do you like horror stories too?”

     He asked, stumbling over his words nervously - Makoto usually wasn’t one to initiate conversation, but it was rare that he encountered anyone with similar interests to him, especially not at school. Plus, Komaru said it would be good for him to try and make some friends this year. He’d never spoken to the girl before, so he really hoped she wasn’t just holding onto that book for a friend or something...

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