[ A storm of sex. A port of prettiness. These things fit together too well. Thankfully, Umi doesn't have to hear that metaphor. She's just a little thrown off, clutching the beads just because they're there and they're something, until she hears that familiar voice yelling her name, whirling around - and trying to catch the little red thing flying at her. ]
Hurrah!
These things fit together too well.Thankfully, Umi doesn't have to hear that metaphor. She's just a little thrown off, clutching the beads just because they're there and they're something, until she hears that familiar voice yelling her name, whirling around - and trying to catch the little red thing flying at her. ]H-Hikaru?!