[She's here. His grip may have tighten as he clings to her flesh. Skin? They were going to enjoy a bath, weren't they? His breathing steadies, his eyes, slowing opening. He was expecting to still see a sea of red, but there was just water. Susato before him, giving him a warm embrace. The rest of his senses eventually come back to reality, and he rest his head on her shoulder.
The temperature gradually returns to normal. Fang is still calling from outside, though not as intense as before. What a mess.]
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The temperature gradually returns to normal. Fang is still calling from outside, though not as intense as before. What a mess.]