[Gods, way to make her feel anxious and under pressure, Asch. 8| It's just a piece of fruit, good lord. But Miyabi watches Asch carefully, her eyes scanning his face for any subtle changes in his usual features.]
...Well? How is it? [She bites her tongue, lest she ask the sarcastic question of "are you going to die?"]
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...Well? How is it? [She bites her tongue, lest she ask the sarcastic question of "are you going to die?"]