[ Damn! It sure did get warm in here. Maybe that's why the slug seems to disappear into the void in the following moments, depriving them of the opportunity to crush it. (The trade off is that they are, apparently, free--whether they know it or not.)
Susato clears her throat. ]
Um...
[ "Let us never speak of this again"? No. There is literally nothing she can think to say to follow that up. "Sorry," maybe. Did she ruin it?
...Regardless, she'll selfishly maintain the hug for a little longer as her cheeks turn pink. ]
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Susato clears her throat. ]
Um...
[ "Let us never speak of this again"? No. There is literally nothing she can think to say to follow that up. "Sorry," maybe. Did she ruin it?
...Regardless, she'll selfishly maintain the hug for a little longer as her cheeks turn pink. ]
This is... long overdue, I feel.