[ how... nice... it's not being cold, it's being practical. the rabbit girl is as cleanly as she is a beauty. zero is not nearly the type to go starry-eyed or anything, especially since she's already flower-eyed, but wow, she is in love. she can feel her heart picking up, her breath hitch, spiny vines crawling out her throat--
the last one might be less lovesickness and more flower sickness. ]
Y-yeah, I might just... hold on. [ maybe there's no way to do this gracefully, and she's hardly graceful in the first place despite appearances, but anyway.
time to grab the trash can and cough white lunar tears into the bin, spattered with red from thorns cutting into her mouth. throwing up flora in front of the rabbit girl of her dreams. no big deal. ]
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the last one might be less lovesickness and more flower sickness. ]
Y-yeah, I might just... hold on. [ maybe there's no way to do this gracefully, and she's hardly graceful in the first place despite appearances, but anyway.
time to grab the trash can and cough white lunar tears into the bin, spattered with red from thorns cutting into her mouth. throwing up flora in front of the rabbit girl of her dreams. no big deal. ]