Chapter 258: Arc 4, Act II, - 103: When Words Speak Louder
Midnight. Back to Division Six, settled back into their tents and dropping off supplies. Another victory and yet a sombre welcome awaited them.
Nods of acknowledgement and awareness of what had occurred; the victor did not triumph flawlessly. Many of their comrades would never be the same; one more elite down and a massive blow to themselves.
No cheers, just silent smiles. After their return, some supper was prepared for them. The seven chatted a little, eating at their own pace.
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"Here," Hotaru led Jotou by the wrist into a secluded spot—an empty tent. She did so in no hurry, nor in excitement. Leaving the rest behind, the two were granted some privacy.
The blonde beamed, "You alright?" Jotou went into the dark interior alongside her.
Hotaru’s ears flickered and her tail wagged as a grin curled up, "I bring you here all alone and that’s the question you ask?" she cocked a brow.
Jotou’s eyes softened; she chuckled, "If you wanted to do that, you’d be much closer to me, touching my skin, whisking your tail into me and would’ve kissed me anywhere by now.
Plus," Jotou got closer and took Hotaru by the chin gently, "You don’t seem alright."
The brilliant blue pools were barely visible in the little bits of light coming into the tent. They rolled and her ears fell, "Ms Howllett, you’re not a detective."
"I’m aware."
Hotaru stared into the browns of the other’s eyes, like smoky quartz. Her head slanted to the right, "I’m sorry I attacked you. I can’t believe Dread got to me; again..."