[ there is a distinct pause between the time it takes Sebastian to stop his leisurely pace, make eye contact, and Kanao's response. in a girl who is seemingly distracted or inwardly preoccupied, perhaps it is notable that a look of brief confusion enters her deep lavender eyes.
He walks in the sunlight.
but the thought doesn't pause her for long; she doesn't need to think or question this impossibility. it doesn't matter. she has one hand on her Nichirin Katana, the blade tinted a light pink as sakura in bloom, and is lunging in for Sebastian's throat with no hesitation or further consideration. the faint smile on her lips remains unchanging. ]
✨✨✨ the start of a beautiful friendship
He walks in the sunlight.
but the thought doesn't pause her for long; she doesn't need to think or question this impossibility. it doesn't matter. she has one hand on her Nichirin Katana, the blade tinted a light pink as sakura in bloom, and is lunging in for Sebastian's throat with no hesitation or further consideration. the faint smile on her lips remains unchanging. ]