[A little taken by the sudden greeting but Haruka couldn't help but smile to that. She lightly petted her head before resting her hand onto her shoulder.]
[Hotaru, of course, it sitting on her bed, fiddling with her buttons on her shirt. It's a nervous habit of hers that she must fiddle with something in her hands, just to soothe her. It's better than…
[It was a good thing she was close to home. She knew how homesick Hotaru had been but to hear her like that was simply... heartbreaking even to someone like her. Perhaps some of the sentiment she…
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