How could she? She's simply the daughter of a spa-owner, not a famous idol. Her hands clench though, and she steps towards Rise, her own shadow all but forgotten. It raises a voice in protest, but no sound comes out. Yukiko spares it one last glance.
"I'm not going to listen to you. You're being ridiculous, and you're telling me a lot of shit that's not true. Or is only half true. So go, just...go."
As Yukiko's hand drops onto Rise's shoulder, her own problem fades out, much like always. She can ignore her troubles for other people, and it's said it's piece anyway.
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How could she? She's simply the daughter of a spa-owner, not a famous idol. Her hands clench though, and she steps towards Rise, her own shadow all but forgotten. It raises a voice in protest, but no sound comes out. Yukiko spares it one last glance.
"I'm not going to listen to you. You're being ridiculous, and you're telling me a lot of shit that's not true. Or is only half true. So go, just...go."
As Yukiko's hand drops onto Rise's shoulder, her own problem fades out, much like always. She can ignore her troubles for other people, and it's said it's piece anyway.