Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

"Mirrorheart? When did you get back?"

Seeing Mirrorheart, Loren excitedly cupped her face, savoring the familiar touch.

"I'll answer you once you're done using the restroom."

"I don't need to go anymore, alright?"

There it was again, that familiar feeling. But this time, Loren's head didn't ache. Instead, he felt a bit delighted.

He pulled Mirrorheart into an embrace, catching the scent of her hair. Mirrorheart was generally very particular about cleanliness, and she always carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.

"It's enough that you're back."

"Did you get the key I left for you? If you don't need to use the restroom, I'd like to..."

"Could you not ruin the mood like this..."