[boy, he really had it bad, didn't he? Reimi can't help but wonder if he's even aware of how hard he seems to have fallen for this boy, although she suspects that the answer is "not quite aware enough". love was silly like that.

but it's also the reason that she doesn't push Kurama to continue sharing, willingly allowing the focus to shift back onto herself for the time being. they had the entire night and possibly a bit of the early morning; there was plenty of time to resume that topic.]

It seems that way! I definitely wouldn't be here now if my parents could see me like this.

[it wasn't the pallor of her skin to which Reimi referred, but the horrible gashes that reopened upon her back like clockwork every night. there was no sweater thick enough that could hide such a thing from the knowing eyes of a parent.]

I guess it's sort of like the app in that way. We can all see it, but nobody else even notices.