[ It’s a testament to Pyrrha’s battle-born grace that she doesn’t tumble over when the door suddenly opens, relieving her of support. Calmly, she turns and steps out, exiting into the wider restroom and toward the door. (Her easy stride is more than enough to mask the fact that she had not been calm a split second ago, that her heart had skipped unnecessarily and she can still feel his heat.) ]
Truly terrible things.
[ It’s said with laughter. ]
Come on, let’s see what flavour milkshakes they’re selling.
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Truly terrible things.
[ It’s said with laughter. ]
Come on, let’s see what flavour milkshakes they’re selling.