"Tch." Syuura clicked her tongue in annoyance before slipping the
pocket knife back into her pocket. Carefully approaching the
dragon, the bespectacled girl let out a curse as she attempted to
pick him up. "Crap. He's heavy." She mumbled and huffed. "So are
you coming or are you not?"
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?
Letting out another annoyed click of her tongue, Syuura walked on
forward, not caring if the rest of Bahamut's little team followed
or not. "Deep breathes, Hira. By the time you finish counting 'til
five, you'll be a happy little camper again." Syuura muttered to
herself as she counted the numbers in her head. As she finished
counting, her usual cheeful persona came back. "Where else? To the
place I'm residing, of course!"
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?
"Hmm...? Whatever did you mean by that?" Syuura skipped on over to
the guy carrying Bahamut's sleeping figure and came closer to his
face. "I don't understand what you mean by that, care to
explain...?"
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?
"Not far off now, Elijah!" Syuura grinned when she saw the run-down
cottage. "We're here! Make yourselves at home or something. It's
not the best place to live but, it'll do." The archer opened the
door and situated herself on the torn couch.
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?