[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
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"Hmph. And here I was, actually expecting you to willingly hold my hand. We're walking together, after all. I guess you've just got cold feet, Commander."
Her pigtails sway with every step in her stride she takes. Even though her chin is turned up, there is ample time to lay eyes on her blushing cheeks.
Now her lips quiver as though she's suppressing the urge to let toxic words spill from her mouth.
You grab her hand, and her look of disgust slowly dissipates.
"Was that so hard to do? Just to hold my hand?"
The way she squeezes your hand gently only a moment later is nothing short of a contradiction to her attitude, the charade she flawlessly plays for absolutely no one's sake.
"Don't let go or anything, Commander."
"... it's the least you could do since I just so happened to agree to having lunch with you."
