[ haruki, keeping one eye shut, observes this languid pace. watches the girl slowly rise to her feet, slowly brush out her skirt... "slowly" seems to be an all-encompassing adjective, here. ]
... Sure.
[ haruki's torn between the potential for food and this perfectly alluring pace. —cue a sigh of resignation, as she presumes to take a (slow) lead. ]
no subject
... Sure.
[ haruki's torn between the potential for food and this perfectly alluring pace. —cue a sigh of resignation, as she presumes to take a (slow) lead. ]
You got a name?