But as she lingered behind one of the trees in North End Park, periodically peering over at the petite, blue-haired senshi with the heap of white flowers growing at his feet, Lete only felt uneasy.… The way his aura felt? All bright and bleachy and disgustingly overpowered? How could Murikabushi even remotely stand to be around this guy, like, multiple times and on a pretty regular basis, from the sound of how he talked about the one called Kerberos? God, Muri spoke so kindly about this White Moon slut but hardly said anything about Prince Remarque (who was, y’know, actually their Court’s Prince, and thus deserved more attention, in Lete’s purely unbiased opinion). It was weird, wasn’t it? Him always going on about how people could go to Kerberos for things?
(It made Lete anxious, honestly. It made Lete worry. It made Lete nag Murikabushi to please please please please pretty pretty pleeeeeeeease take her to Mirrorspace again, like, come on, hermano, you’re gonna visit it yourself anyway, maybe she could help you actually do something with your realm!!!!—because like dogs sensing an oncoming storm, Lete had the distinct feeling that Something with Muri wasn’t right, and that if somebody didn’t do something about it, Little Miss Drama Class in his unnecessary pumps and flowy sleeves would make it everybody else’s problem.)
That anxiety really made her not want to rely on Kerberos for anything……but Lete had both hands pressed hard against her side. Beneath them, she held the spot where her fuku—and somewhat more importantly, her side—had gotten ripped by a youma’s pincers. She couldn’t tell how deep or how nasty the wound was, not with her head as mixed up as it was right now, and Muri had specifically said that Kerberos, his friend, had healing magic.…
So, as much as she did not want to—as much as some part of her screamed and hissed that this was wrong because Kerberos was a nasty, doe-eyed slut who was trying to steal Muri from the Mirror, where he belonged—Lete slouched toward the bench, head and shoulders heavy with something loosely humility-adjacent, and metaphorical tail between her legs. “……Hi,” she sniffled, hoping that it made her seem Extra-Piteous and Extra-Helpable. “Are you Kerberos? Murikabushi said he likes to sit at this bench?”
Noir Songbird_
the epitome of a pleading face emoji has come, seeking heals, plz
