[ she awaits every return text with a slightly flush, warm face, eyes turning toward the door of the changing room every few seconds. shuten isn't worried about getting caught, but she knows there's only so long she can have this to herself.
she can't drag this out for too long. ]
Typing to you, my bright Star. Why, do you want it to do something else?
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she can't drag this out for too long. ]
Typing to you, my bright Star. Why, do you want it to do something else?