𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡.

Obey listens closely. She doesn't speak up. Not upon hearing those things. She can't possibly reply, without it turning into a whimper or a cry. Never before in her life, had she been treated so nicely. It almost makes everything she's endured up until this point worth it. —

`` . . . I know you do. Just don't say it so loudly. And don't you dare look up. I don't even know what expression I'm wearing right now. `` Burying her face into Oguri's head, trying her best to keep that bright red face hidden away. `` I'm just. . . Glad you still find me to—

Those deep blue eyes meet the cool light blue of her lover. She stays silent for a moment, before fully turning around and pulling the ashen beast into an embrace. Head being pulled down to lay upon her bosom. `` . . . You know, if you just want to get lucky tonight, you don't—

There was a stifled whimper, the echoes of which came out from her. Her voice was soft, much more so than she normally is. `` . . . It's not that I don't believe what you say. It's that I've been told the opposite, my whole life. `` She sighed, turning into their loving—