[When Yasu walks into the cafeteria, her shoulders are slumped over with pure exhaustion. Not shock, not sadness, not even grief, just the overpowering certainty that this is never going to end weighing her down.
She sits alone, grimoire spread out before her, that message bottle Kuro brought her a few weeks ago at her side, and...]
Can I really... is this...
[She starts writing, first slowly, then furiously as she flips the pages. Something clicked as she caught Yuta, and she's not going to let it go, no matter how fatigued she is.
Scritch. Scritch. 110. 011. 101. But never 111.
Scritch-]
So it was... ha... hahahahahaha.... hahahaha!
[Yasu lets out a hysterical laugh before pitching over backward and fainting. There's a thunk as her chair hits the floor.]
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She sits alone, grimoire spread out before her, that message bottle Kuro brought her a few weeks ago at her side, and...]
Can I really... is this...
[She starts writing, first slowly, then furiously as she flips the pages. Something clicked as she caught Yuta, and she's not going to let it go, no matter how fatigued she is.
Scritch. Scritch. 110. 011. 101. But never 111.
Scritch-]
So it was... ha... hahahahahaha.... hahahaha!
[Yasu lets out a hysterical laugh before pitching over backward and fainting. There's a thunk as her chair hits the floor.]