Abandoned Military Compound, Meteor City…
The room remained steeped in gloom.
The only light came from the flickering television.
Mist finished the last of the chips with a reluctant sigh.
She slouched in her chair as she was a bit more comfortable now that her arms were free.
Across the room, Dark Elf spreaded lazily on the sagging sofa, eyes half-lidded as she watched the news.
Mist glanced at the now-empty bag in her lap and then at Dark Elf, who lay there like a cat in a patch of sunlight. She wanted to ask for water but felt too awkward to say anything.
『Do I just say it…? I mean… she's nice, right? She gave me these chips, so it wouldn't be wrong to ask for water, right? NO! NO! Sigh~ It'd be too awkward…』
Before she could figure out how to phrase her request, Dark Elf sat up suddenly and her crimson eyes lazily slid over to Mist with a dull interest.
"Oh, you're done already?"
