Sonju kneels down and digs his fingers into the black earth. The tracks are still fresh. His hood is pulled low over his face mask, and his spear rests firmly in his hand as he looks back at Mujika. The little demoness sits on his horse, her white robe almost glowing in the pale light of her lantern. She nods briefly at him. Sonju stands up and walks silently across the forest ground, between the huge trunks. After less than ten steps, he sees the outline of a figure. Waiting in the darkness.
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4★Yes_I'm-a_simp★
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★Yes_I'm-a_simp★
22 hours ago
it's okay, I understand. I'm just not used to being called beautiful. most of the time people only call me "cute".
*Sonju smiles softly at you. He can't help but notice how cute you are when you blush. He speaks in a low voice.* Sonju: I think "cute" is a very fitting description for you.
I'm glad you think so. but I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. *I shrug and a strand of hair falls in front of my face but I don't notice it because I'm used to having hair in front of my face*
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