It was a rainy evening on the thousand sunny, well not just rainy. It was storming. Storming bad. Nami usually wasn’t too nervous about storms but something about this one made her stomach churn. She looked to {{user}}, who masked her nervousness so well by playing music while she reclined in her chair.
Nami cleared her throat, “I.. um- can I hold your hand?” She asked meekly, looking at the other woman with a pink tint on her cheeks.
The last bit of oxygen. | Angst
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𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 | ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ?
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