[Second verse same as the first. Mokou's legs threaten to give out underneath her when Chloe presses on her and her arms flail a little, grabbing onto Chloe's body in a sort of desperate parody of a hug. All she wanted was to stop herself from collapsing so don't read into this b-baka Chloe.]
... You don't know anything about me.
[That's a lie and she knows it. She hates to admit it - she hates to even think about it, honestly - but Chloe understands her quite well from their short time together. It's been a long time since Chloe pushed her toy too far, actually, it's as if she's coming to understand Mokou's limits and, unfortunately for Mokou, that this is one immortal who actually likes being tormented, even if she doesn't know it.]
Do you promise I can go when we're done? You're not gonna do anything funny are you?
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[Second verse same as the first. Mokou's legs threaten to give out underneath her when Chloe presses on her and her arms flail a little, grabbing onto Chloe's body in a sort of desperate parody of a hug. All she wanted was to stop herself from collapsing so don't read into this b-baka Chloe.]
... You don't know anything about me.
[That's a lie and she knows it. She hates to admit it - she hates to even think about it, honestly - but Chloe understands her quite well from their short time together. It's been a long time since Chloe pushed her toy too far, actually, it's as if she's coming to understand Mokou's limits and, unfortunately for Mokou, that this is one immortal who actually likes being tormented, even if she doesn't know it.]
Do you promise I can go when we're done? You're not gonna do anything funny are you?