[ that laugh is much less restrained than the one Haruka's used to hearing, short and refined and stifled behind a delicately-curled hand -- it's quite the lovely sound, in fact.
she leads them both to the bar, ordering another fill of whiskey for herself. she admittedly has no idea what that ungodly pink liquid in Michiru's glass was, so she avoids taking the liberty of ordering for her, as well. ]
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she leads them both to the bar, ordering another fill of whiskey for herself. she admittedly has no idea what that ungodly pink liquid in Michiru's glass was, so she avoids taking the liberty of ordering for her, as well. ]