[Here she comes to save the day! The Moe! It buuuurns~!]
Miku had left the chapel, and the very kind girl behind with an apology. Perhaps they would talk together later, when Miku wasn't so fretful about this visit.
About Mafuyu-who-was-not. The little photographer picked up some food, a bit of fruit, a cup of milk, a bit of bread, and went looking for Alfons, only to find him talking with someone else. Ah well, she was just happy he was alive. Happy that, for once, none of them appeared to be any more wounded than the other. It gave her a little confidence.
Perhaps they weren't the strongest, or the fastest, or the bravest, but despite all their pitfalls, they'd survived. Together. Like some kind of ever-living anomaly, she thought with a little smile. Surviving when we aren't supposed to.
Humming that strange melody that came to her when she slept, Miku looked around again, and spotted Ritsuka. She hurried over and raised her eyebrows in question.
"You aren't waiting for anyone, are you, Ritsuka-kun?"
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Miku had left the chapel, and the very kind girl behind with an apology. Perhaps they would talk together later, when Miku wasn't so fretful about this visit.
About Mafuyu-who-was-not. The little photographer picked up some food, a bit of fruit, a cup of milk, a bit of bread, and went looking for Alfons, only to find him talking with someone else. Ah well, she was just happy he was alive. Happy that, for once, none of them appeared to be any more wounded than the other. It gave her a little confidence.
Perhaps they weren't the strongest, or the fastest, or the bravest, but despite all their pitfalls, they'd survived. Together. Like some kind of ever-living anomaly, she thought with a little smile. Surviving when we aren't supposed to.
Humming that strange melody that came to her when she slept, Miku looked around again, and spotted Ritsuka. She hurried over and raised her eyebrows in question.
"You aren't waiting for anyone, are you, Ritsuka-kun?"