The Devil's Nest -- 08/03

Aug 03, 2007 17:10

Elbows on the bar, chin in hands, Setsuna leaned forward and frowned out at the club. Her fingers tapped a little against her cheeks, dashed with pink. If anyone asked, she would deny left and right that she was moping thinking about what she was missing tonight. Really, though, she was thinking about why she was thinking about it so much. Not that she would ever in a million years want to participate in something like that. At all. She was mostly bitterly fuming that such a thing would exist. It was awful. Pure moral depravity and sensationalism. Fetishism.

...And she couldn't be a part of i--

Wasn't! Wasn't going to be a part of it! Wouldn't! Ever! Ever, ever, ever...!

She had to fume. She turned around. "Musubi?" The other demon turned her head toward Setsuna expectantly and Setsuna's face burned red. "Nevermind! Nevermind! I, uh, just, uhh....."

"Might be a good idea to just work...away from each other tonight," she muttered. "Just...'cause...."

[[ when did I get a social life? Won't be around until late-late, so please don't mind SP, 'cause I don't! come laugh at the ultimate closet lesbian missing the girlkissy. So cruel, that Fate fellow.... ]]

devil's nest, setsuna sakurazaki

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