Tired of the silence in between. What she saw: hesitation, embarrassment, expectation. Xnx “So I guess I’m also disappointed in myself. 9:20 PM. It was not the usual approach she went with when meeting someone casually. Her phone dinged. Her hands bound in red gloves. Walking out was a lot harder than coming home late, she’d learned. “Neon. She took off her silver coat and laid it on the back of a chair. “Hmm… I see.”
Neon looked away as if disinterested. She opened the text to reconfirm the place and time of the meet-up. And likewise.” The pink-haired girl shook her hand. —
Earlier that night…
Yeah, it’s better if I don’t. “Heh, I feel like such a minority.”
The contents aren’t so extreme here, though.




















