“My Older Sister is a Young Mama, Currently Breastfeeding.”
"Right," Ryousuke mumbled, averting his eyes to the sliding glass door. It was a modern house, but the sliding doors were paper-thin.
"Actually," Otoha said, her tone dropping the teasing lilt. "Could you hand me that glass of water? My arm is falling asleep."
The rainy season in the countryside had a way of making time stick. It moved as slow as the honey Otoha drizzled into her tea, thick and golden.
“My Older Sister is a Young Mama, Currently Breastfeeding.”
"Right," Ryousuke mumbled, averting his eyes to the sliding glass door. It was a modern house, but the sliding doors were paper-thin.
"Actually," Otoha said, her tone dropping the teasing lilt. "Could you hand me that glass of water? My arm is falling asleep."
The rainy season in the countryside had a way of making time stick. It moved as slow as the honey Otoha drizzled into her tea, thick and golden.