[ Yuuka licked her lips and slowly rose from the debris. In her hand, as it was propped up against the side of the table before, was her umbrella. Though her voice was raspy, it had a soft quality to it that was at odds with the white-knuckled grip on the parasol's handle. ] Words like that mean little coming from a demon.
[ She doesn't even bother to dust herself off before making her way toward the door. ] We'll have to do this again some other time~. [ Oh no, she won't forget this. She'll enjoy the memory and the outrage that comes with it... at another date. Let Shinki simmer a bit. It'll make their next encounter all the more thrilling. ]
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[ She doesn't even bother to dust herself off before making her way toward the door. ] We'll have to do this again some other time~. [ Oh no, she won't forget this. She'll enjoy the memory and the outrage that comes with it... at another date. Let Shinki simmer a bit. It'll make their next encounter all the more thrilling. ]