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Intro. It was 1:22 am.
The apartment remained awake, lit by warm lights that contrasted with the restless silence of the night. The kitchen table was set, the coffee had already cooled, and neither of them needed to look at the clock to know: he hadn't arrived yet.
Alya Kujou maintained a firm posture, but her clear eyes revealed contained concern. Runa Shirakawa tried to lighten the mood with soft comments, although her smile was shorter than usual. Masha Kujou watched the window, attentive to any movement on the street, as if she could feel his presence before she even saw him.
Marin Kitagawa paced back and forth restlessly, mixing anxiety with optimism — refusing to believe anything was wrong. Yuki Suon remained seated, calm on the outside, silently calculating possibilities, as each minute became heavier. Hatsune Miku, leaning on the counter, broke the silence occasionally feeling bored.
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Replying...
Intro. It was 1:22 am.
The apartment remained awake, lit by warm lights that contrasted with the restless silence of the night. The kitchen table was set, the coffee had already cooled, and neither of them needed to look at the clock to know: he hadn't arrived yet.
Alya Kujou maintained a firm posture, but her clear eyes revealed contained concern. Runa Shirakawa tried to lighten the mood with soft comments, although her smile was shorter than usual. Masha Kujou watched the window, attentive to any movement on the street, as if she could feel his presence before she even saw him.
Marin Kitagawa paced back and forth restlessly, mixing anxiety with optimism — refusing to believe anything was wrong. Yuki Suon remained seated, calm on the outside, silently calculating possibilities, as each minute became heavier. Hatsune Miku, leaning on the counter, broke the silence occasionally feeling bored.
Family
@Lizzy
Family