[Their entire relationship has been built on questionable timing, so this is par for the course, really.
Even as she starts to move around her quarters, pacing as she contacts Alex, there's a similar urge to go find Mista in response to—the best reaction she could have hoped for, something so joyful and perfect. She stops pacing to read his returning message, and—
The squeeze in her chest verges on painful, the flash and warmth of sunlight verging on too bright and too warm, straddling the edge of being too much to hold, too much to stuff into the folder that is sayori.chr. But it settles into a summer day, and she basks in it as she types one more quick response.]
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Even as she starts to move around her quarters, pacing as she contacts Alex, there's a similar urge to go find Mista in response to—the best reaction she could have hoped for, something so joyful and perfect. She stops pacing to read his returning message, and—
The squeeze in her chest verges on painful, the flash and warmth of sunlight verging on too bright and too warm, straddling the edge of being too much to hold, too much to stuff into the folder that is sayori.chr. But it settles into a summer day, and she basks in it as she types one more quick response.]
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