a wave of her hand, and a row of glyphs appear from the rooftop to the sidewalk, a virtual light-up ramp that she doesn't hesitate to slide down on, though somehow she manages to do it so elegantly, it's as if she were gliding more than anything else.
once back on the ground before him, she holds out her hand for her bag. ]
Perhaps it's your unkempt hair. [ how can she say that in such a sweet voice. ]
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[ though it hardly sounds like an apology at all.
a wave of her hand, and a row of glyphs appear from the rooftop to the sidewalk, a virtual light-up ramp that she doesn't hesitate to slide down on, though somehow she manages to do it so elegantly, it's as if she were gliding more than anything else.
once back on the ground before him, she holds out her hand for her bag. ]
Perhaps it's your unkempt hair. [ how can she say that in such a sweet voice. ]