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TBHK/JSHK
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- raised by a family full of exorcists, (SURNAME) (FORENAME) had grown to know all about supernaturals and apparitions.
they grew self aware that there are those who lurk the earth...
saudade ; a sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent.
TW: mentions of violence, bl4des (scissors), possible d34ths (not actually), etc.
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CHAPTER SIX: — — — — — SAUDADE
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"You finally made it." This world's apparition had been just as pretty as Nene would've thought from only the mere sound of her voice.
Even if No.2 was well known to be their enemy on this part of their adventure— the highschooler couldn't deny someone's looks even if they tried killing her. Beauty was true in all its forms, and even if she had been petty, taken it all back and called her a vile insult furthermore, her heart would still yearn to say what she wanted to, so she kept truthful to her own.
'She's drop dead gorgeous.. is this, "Misaki-San"..?'
The trio had just finished their most exhausting trip up the stories of steps to get where they were. They handed the caller (Or in this case, Misaki.) every body-part she asked for, even if most that they grabbed were just useless junk they excused as said limb. Seeing as they didn't have the time to find everything similar to a mannequin like the arm found by Nene herself.
And after putting it all in the shrines waiting for a delivery, they eventually made it to the top and found out that their lovely item hunt hadn't been just for play— and that it was to create the most hideous doll they've ever seen.. if that meant anything.
So here they were now, a few minutes before having just taken sight of their own creation and staring at it before No.2's voice came in check, interrupting them from their merged dazes.
She looked utterly graceful, everything Nene's average female classmates would've ever wanted to be, herself included— she was quite the looker if that wasn't already evident in her entrance in the making.
