*thump thump*
*squeeze*
For today, start from where you are, from behind...
Well then, shall I do the usual?
Yes'm.
...yes, it is.
a little cold...
Today's...
Yes?
Sakuya...
Sakuya's hand feels like it's patting my hair...
The smell of damp air and rain
A faintly echoing patter
A dimly lit room
The world outside, ashen grey
I feel good, but strangely restless...
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