"Don't be sorry," Sinthia echoed, shaking her head as she came out past the glass doors with a quiet and unreadable little smile barely curving her mouth as she set the glasses down. "I know you were probably expecting something very different," she said, coming closer to them and having to stand on her toed to reach Illya's cheek.
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Date: 2016-04-25 03:33 am (UTC)