[ He's not the only one who's beet-red, although Hisui's blush thankfully doesn't clash with her hair. Her heart feels as though it's racing much too hard for a situation that she's had to deal with more than once (perhaps because it's been some time, she wonders), and it takes a few seconds for her to reply as she places a palm over her chest and curls her fingers into the fabric.
... Really, as shameful as it is to admit it, even to herself, the most prevalent sensation she's feeling right now is overwhelmed. ]
... Forgive me, Neku-san. [ And, as expected from a maid, she curtsies slightly. ] I'm sorry for troubling you.
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... Really, as shameful as it is to admit it, even to herself, the most prevalent sensation she's feeling right now is overwhelmed. ]
... Forgive me, Neku-san. [ And, as expected from a maid, she curtsies slightly. ] I'm sorry for troubling you.