Eon. [ He's okay, Lulu, just sheepish. He didn't mess up your picture, did he? Or what will someday be your picture?
Haruka remains where she was for a moment longer before exhaling and scooping the package up. The contents aren't damaged, it doesn't feel like. The paper's just a little worn. She clears her throat and offers the package to Michiru (or to Minuet, depending whose adorable hands reach it first). ] These are yours, incidentally.
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Haruka remains where she was for a moment longer before exhaling and scooping the package up. The contents aren't damaged, it doesn't feel like. The paper's just a little worn. She clears her throat and offers the package to Michiru (or to Minuet, depending whose adorable hands reach it first). ] These are yours, incidentally.