[ Lips curl into a smirk at his words, and on the tip of her tongue there's a rebellious suggestion about leaving gloss elsewhere than his lips but--
Then they stop walking, and the words are forgotten when she looks ahead and sees the pale pink blossoms gracing the branches of the trees all over, delicately swaying in the light breeze of the early evening. Her eyes are bright and filled with the sight.
But she'll laugh at Shiro's spontaneous poetry. If she had to hazard a guess, she'd say it must be something his grandfather wrote. Still-- ]
Cheese master Shiro! What's that supposed to mean?
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Then they stop walking, and the words are forgotten when she looks ahead and sees the pale pink blossoms gracing the branches of the trees all over, delicately swaying in the light breeze of the early evening. Her eyes are bright and filled with the sight.
But she'll laugh at Shiro's spontaneous poetry. If she had to hazard a guess, she'd say it must be something his grandfather wrote. Still-- ]
Cheese master Shiro! What's that supposed to mean?