[ Riza closes her eyes, seeming to enjoy the kiss. The brush of physical contact. Slowly, she manages to heave herself over into bed and sprawls out, feeling quietly drained. On the floor, Black Hayate is making himself comfortable. Riza picks up the cup of tea and sips briefly, then lets her head rest back against the pillows. ]
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[ Riza closes her eyes, seeming to enjoy the kiss. The brush of physical contact. Slowly, she manages to heave herself over into bed and sprawls out, feeling quietly drained. On the floor, Black Hayate is making himself comfortable. Riza picks up the cup of tea and sips briefly, then lets her head rest back against the pillows. ]
I'm glad you're here, Mey.