[ Suzu's words wash over her like white noise. It's not that she isn't listening -- it's that she's paying so much attention that the words themselves are meaningless. She's hyperfocused on the sound and the cadence of Suzu's voice like she's trying to work out if she's being fooled or not. It's been so long and so much has happened that it's a little hard to reconcile. But she can't exactly deny the truth right in front of her eyes.
Suzu's here.
Her very best friend, Suzu Fujimi, without peer and without comparison and without a care in the world for the scene they might be causing at the party. It's been so long since she's seen and spoken to her that for a moment Sonico doesn't really know what to say. Her chest feels tight. So does her throat. And she's blinking rapidly like she's trying not to give her eyes enough time to form tears. ]
I-- that's-- [ she swallows hard and her voice hitches just a bit on the way out. ] You're really here... you really managed to make it here...
[ She sounds... awed, almost. Suzu's really here. She can hardly bring herself to believe it. ]
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Suzu's here.
Her very best friend, Suzu Fujimi, without peer and without comparison and without a care in the world for the scene they might be causing at the party. It's been so long since she's seen and spoken to her that for a moment Sonico doesn't really know what to say. Her chest feels tight. So does her throat. And she's blinking rapidly like she's trying not to give her eyes enough time to form tears. ]
I-- that's-- [ she swallows hard and her voice hitches just a bit on the way out. ] You're really here... you really managed to make it here...
[ She sounds... awed, almost. Suzu's really here. She can hardly bring herself to believe it. ]