The urge to argue kicks in the way it always does, but the look on Akiha's face singlehandedly wrings out any bit of protest in her. The strength out of her knees, too. Nico swallows again, a fruitless attempt at quieting the frantic fluttering in her chest.
She really doesn't feel like squabbling over this anymore.
It does, however, leave her with the question of what now.
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The urge to argue kicks in the way it always does, but the look on Akiha's face singlehandedly wrings out any bit of protest in her. The strength out of her knees, too. Nico swallows again, a fruitless attempt at quieting the frantic fluttering in her chest.
She really doesn't feel like squabbling over this anymore.
It does, however, leave her with the question of what now.
"Uh..."