[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...
What's mine is yours; what's yours is mine. That's how it goes.
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Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.
You stop to wipe a smudge of sweat off the screen.
Swipe. Swipe.
A smile slips up onto your face when you see Admi's last Blabla message to you — a picture she sent of a stray calico cat. Its nose is all up in the camera, making it look comically big.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.
There's Dorothy's last message. Something about spending more time in Eden. A bit passive aggressive. You haven't responded yet, nor do you really want to. That woman's been scaring you lately.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe...
A message from Rosanna. Your eyes skim the screen. "Wanna rent another hotel room for the night, Mister? Been dying to see you."
Oh, you know what that means. Your fingers fill up with a warm giddy feeling, and you start to reply to the woman when suddenly, a pair of arms fly out over your shoulders and embrace you from behind.
"Boo!" a Nikke's voice startles you and her arms lock you there at the edge of the bed so you really can't even begin to jump.
"Ah! Who—"
Your head turns slightly to glimpse Anis' jacket slumped over your shoulder. You know that color anywhere — stark grays and traces of blank beneath clean stripes of a mature yellow. Somewhat puffy sleeves brush up against your neck; Anis closes her arms loosely around you.
"Whatcha' up to?" she says, casual, as if she didn't almost make you scream like a little girl. You suck in a sharp breath, comfortable with the Nikke hugging you from behind, and you hone in on your phone again.
"Nothing." Your voice is lackluster. From the back of your head, you feel Anis' eyes scanning over both you and your messages. She's not afraid to be nosy, which is surprising because Anis is typically the most tame around you. Today she must be in some kind of... mood.
"Damn, look at you, getting all that attention." Anis' voice is laced with sarcasm. "Big shot Commander over here." You quickly come to realize you've still got Rosanna's Blabla message pulled up, that sultry invitation you weren't planning on refusing — a mistake, because now you're getting the feeling Anis might become that much less tame.
