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Feeling the tension rise to its breaking point, Miho instinctively shoved the other man as hard as she could, glaring icy daggers directly into his eyes.
“Would you just 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮?! I don’t know who you mean to impress with this — https://t.co/Kf94UnfEVi
“Ngh…”
Despite Miho’s clear anger and frustration, all she managed to do was shrink back as a familiar tightness grappled her chest.
“…I’m not starved enough to eat shit off the floor, sorry.” What was supposed to sound like a snappy rebuttal turned into a whimper. https://t.co/eliS5wU5Kh
“Sure thing…!
What flavor do you—“
She pauses, glancing at her remaining treats.
“…Actually, I don’t know what flavor each is…Red, green or most-likely-chocolate?” https://t.co/tMPf0Orm15
“. . .”
Miho glances down at the half-eaten crumbs scattered at her feet, a sharp exhale pushing through her nostrils.
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰...
“…Thanks, I would’ve never considered that…” https://t.co/fxWiAOy7wt