[ There's a hum of something thoughtful, genuinely thinking about something before she finally places her hands on Furina's waist, looking at her properly. Her gaze is much more vulnerable behind those hazel eyes of hers, and her cheeks are dusted pink with hints of embarrassment as she opens, closes, and then opens her mouth again to finally say what else is on her mind. ]
I wouldn't mind it, but something else, first... don't call me "Inaba".
[...]
Call me "Himeko".
[ As embarrassing as her first name is, it still is her name, after all. ]
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I wouldn't mind it, but something else, first... don't call me "Inaba".
[...]
Call me "Himeko".
[ As embarrassing as her first name is, it still is her name, after all. ]