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>>4996
>>4997
"I'd like to bounce the same question back to you then, why would someone as strong as you even care about someone as weak as I am?"
"I-I just… I don't kn… Hey, it's me who's asking questions, not you!"
"Okay, okay. Then where should I start? If you had only saved me from those dogoos it would have just been admiration, I started turning into something more when you and Compa stuck your necks out for me when you found out I was a runaway. Everything after that, to how you came for me when I escaped the underground prison, how I saw things you did that were just so … damn cute."
"B-but…!"
"No but! When you cred over something happening to me when you rescued me from that prison, the way you clung to me when releasing you, the way you blush and get embarrassed. You are just … cute, and strong, and amazing. I suppose it would have been shorter to say everything about you huh?"
"Hey, stop it!" she says, while trying to hide her blushing face. "D-Don't say embarrassing things about me!"
"And you're not a coward," you continue without giving too much attention to how she wants to stop you, "a coward wouldn't work for the guild for a living, taking of fucking dragons and underground criminal organizations. A coward would never ask a question like that. You wanna know who's a coward, Yumi's a coward, Taro's a coward, George's a coward. It's understandable to be scared of emotional things, especial when they deal with things like this, where one word out of place can make you feel like the would should just end to end the pain."
"… Are you sure? I-I mean… you know, I'm a bit lacking in assets, so I was always trying to make up for it by being a cool and composed person. But when you're around, it just falls apart. It's like, someone just erased your ability to think straight, and you'll end up doing embarrassing or stupid things. You know, like the fuss around my coat, or our little talk in the valley. Heck, it's possible that even what I'm doing now is stupid and pointless, but I can't stop it. It's like someone else is controlling my actions! I wanted to show you, that despite my recent less than fortunate actions, I'm still strong and able. Maybe I was trying too hard… there's no way I wouldn't notice that cat normally… or when that guy picked up his syringe gun…"
"Um, what? Did you…"
"Yes, I remember now… I remember everything. The symptoms matched Yumi's description. A few seconds later, I could barely stand on my own, then a guy jumped on me and it was all over… I collapsed on the floor, I could hardly move an inch. They dragged me to the van, I was already inside when I heard a loud sound from the outside. I suppose that's when you finally entered the warehouse. They quickly cuffed me to some iron bar inside the van, jumped in and drove away. The driver drove very fast, taking wild turns, but that didn't stop the others in the back from groping my chest, or ejaculating onto my face. One guy tore off my pants and would probably rape me, if the van wouldn't turn over a second later. I think I'll have to thank the CPUs and their timing… It was Blanc who found me first, but she immediately turned into a furious rage and ran after the fleeing guys. Vert came next, she tried to comfort me, but I don't know, something happened between us lately. Finally, you arrived…" She's almost crying at this point, but she continues. "I think it was you who unlocked my handcuff, right? I was too weak to stand on my own, fortunately I managed to grab you and… I don't think I ever felt that kind of warmth and peace before. When we arrived back in Compa's house, you laid me on the bed… I don't know why, but I thought if you go away, I'll never see you again. With all my might I grabbed your hand, like my life depended on it. Sorry that I bothered you with stupid things like that, looks like I'm completely hopeless. Anyway, I think you see now why I'm asking. I've been thinking about our relationship, and I don't even know what would be the best word to describe it… Strangers? No, we went through way to many things together. Colleagues? Friends? Something more? I don't know, simply too many things happened in the last few days and I still couldn't process all of them. But I know something, and since you don't seem to be an initiative person, looks like I'll have to ask explicitly. So," she clears her throat before continuing, "Anon, would you…" She's back to her previous, almost crying tone, in the end she asks with a frantic cry, "Anon, would you go out with me?!"