[ Shoko is similarly making rounds to make sure she hasn't left anything behind when she catches sight of Yingying— but not the ethereal illusion they've all seen the last few weeks, but—
Her. It's really her.
Shoko's heels clack against the floors of the manor's interior as she approaches with the same sweater she'd lent Yingying before, on their first date. ]
Hah. Is that what it looks like? No, I'm... I'm really glad to see you like this, Yingying. Your wish came true.
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Her. It's really her.
Shoko's heels clack against the floors of the manor's interior as she approaches with the same sweater she'd lent Yingying before, on their first date. ]
Hah. Is that what it looks like? No, I'm... I'm really glad to see you like this, Yingying. Your wish came true.