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Leona's tail gave a lazy flick, then stilled. Ears twitched-not from the wind. A presence. Light footsteps on stone, too careful to be accidental.
Vil.
Leona didn't turn. Just smirked faintly, eyes still locked on the sky, "...You're late for your own beauty sleep, Mother Hen."
As expected, Vil Schoenheit didn't take long before appearing behind Leona. He leaned against the railing beside Leona, crossing one leg over the other while his eyes also fixated on the starry sky.
"I could say the same to you, my dear King of Laziness," he responded simply, a hint of amused chastisement in his voice.
(reposted from my ao3 acc)