Kairat couldn't believe what he was looking at. Of course, he was referring to the angelic figure before his eyes, who sweetly ask whether he requires another cup of tea or if that's fine and he could take the cup away, polite caretaking that he wish could extend beyond mere duties. But there...
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"Oh".
The weak response was all Nayla can offer, she can't find the words for any other, nor knowing the appropriate reply. Is there is even something appropriate for this? No, there's none. There are lesser things to say when it comes to Jette. Not because that she doesn't care, on the...
For someone like him who has a small social circle, the day has been like a whirlwind. So many people, even those from "top of the school caste", all gathered from a gathering he has created. Heck, he got all of their contacts on his phone now, something he never expected to have. It's a bit...
Marguerite's answer disappointed him, in a way. It was as if seeing the reflection of his second brother, a profound and deep thought on a love that will never be attained due to duty and position, something that Kairat understood well himself due to his "circumstances". A thought began to form...
Very tiring but I guess you can say it's rewarding as well. Sorry that I still can't find the time and energy to post something new here... I feel bad as the GM
Somehow, Kairat felt like he was magically cast away to the middle of a deep, dark jungle. Each step he took hesitantly, each path he took perilously, and the funny feeling of being watched constantly from behind the bushes. Is it a dangerous predator? Or something cautious? Perhaps Marguerite...
When Marguerite choked on her tea and started coughing, Kairat felt as if he has been slapped back to reality. What sweet feelings that he (secretly) experienced were dashed away and replaced with a sense of dread and worry. His worry was not just a simple worry about Marguerite's well-being...
Why did he set himself up like this again? At the moment, it sounded like a good suggestion, but now he's going to be left alone with Marguerite for an hour. What are they even going to talk about? How are they even going to start a conversation regarding the elephant in the room? "So are we...