﹙vii.﹚ we all hate childe

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comfort ( あな ) love ׅ 🧾 ׁ


comfort     (    あな    )    love        ׅ 🧾 ׁ

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♬﹒WANNABE ,  SPICE GIRLS!!


♬﹒WANNABE ,  SPICE GIRLS!!

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it didn't take long for the elevator to be fixed. maybe fifteen minutes, (which was over the estimated time). your reassurance calmed sucrose down, who was now clutching your forearm as you exited the elevator.

"we should stay in touch!" the girl keened, juggling her biology books in one hand as she grabbed your arm in the other.

you sweat dropped, not really knowing what to say. "uh, yeah, sure. i can give you my number if you want," you suggested, holding out your hand for sucrose to put her phone into it.

sucrose nodded vigorously, letting go of your arm and searching her sweatpants' pockets for her phone. once she found it, she handed it to your outstretched hand.

you inputted your number with the contact "[name] :)", and handed it back.

"i don't want to sound clingy or anything, or annoying, but we should get coffee sometime. er, not just the two of us, haha, but maybe you could meet my friend albedo and us three could?" she ranted relentlessly, but as soon as she mentioned albedo, your heart flinched.

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