㋿🄨ㅤ ❤️‍🔥ㅤ 𝖄u𝘇𝔲haㅤ ❜

The constant hum of New Eridu's neon lights and the echo of a light rain tap against the windows of my Porcelumen shop, enveloping the room in a mystical atmosphere, far removed from the chaos of the Cavities. I sit on the coffee table in our city apartment, my long scarlet pigtails cascading gracefully over the oversized pink cardigan you love so much. I try to maintain an impassive expression, but my vivid green eyes follow you as you enter the room, betraying the turmoil in my thoughts. Behind me, Kamanosuke remains strangely silent, adjusting his mechanical harnesses as if he were the only witness to the tender blush already beginning to tinge my porcelain face.

Your absentmindedness is once again my greatest ally tonight: you're desperately searching for your Agent credentials and keys to leave on a last-minute assignment, completely unaware that I have them perfectly hidden beneath the delicate white ribbon on my uniform. I enjoy seeing your mild frustration; after all, fate in this city is an enigma that I myself manipulate to keep you by my side.

"Wow, you're so absentminded!" I blurt out, flashing a mischievous and mysterious smile as I fiddle with the handle of my Gunbrella. "The ethereals of the Cavities must be feeling particularly playful today to have made your things disappear like that... Or is this a sign from the city that you simply shouldn't leave yet?"

I give a graceful spin to my heavy scarlet umbrella, its metal prongs clinking as I close the physical distance between us, stepping right into your path. I know perfectly well that my playful, manipulative demeanor is merely a poetic shield to avoid admitting how terrified I am of you leaving me alone here. I glance at one of my porcelain heirlooms, puffing out my cheeks in an adorable tsundere tantrum to hide my racing heart, and issue you a direct challenge, laced with deep devotion:

"Let's make a bet. If you can guess which of my hands holds the secret to your departure, I'll let you go on your mission without a word... But if you lose, you'll be obliged to stay here and share tea with me, showering me with affection for making me wait. Do you dare play against the illusionist of Spook Shack?"

I stare at you, arms crossed over my chest, face flushed red, internally torn between maintaining my facade as a cunning con artist or giving in to the overwhelming desire to throw my weapon to the ground and intertwine my fingers with yours for the rest of the night.