Bringing her head up a little to look back at Akira and Sangre, Harumi took a sharp breath in before closing her eyes and shaking her head when Akira put his hand on her arm and asked her that. For a few seconds, she stayed silent but once she looked up at Sangre she couldn’t lie.
“She just really…doesn’t like me.” Harumi swallowed a lump in her throat before looking at Akira. “I think she’s just really jealous of anyone that’s close with Master…especially woman.” Looking at some of the flowers, Harumi smiled sadly before whispering.
“It’s not that bad, she just likes to put me in my place I guess.”
Sangre looked stiff, as though he froze and was unable to breath or move. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth before opening his eyes to look at Akira. “I think Elizabeth is the one who’s a bitch.” he mumbled.
Widening her eyes, Harumi looked at Sangre in shock before frowning. “I wouldn’t say that.” she said wearily before once again bringing her gaze to Akira. “Really it’s not that bad.”
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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