[Sheryl may possess an ego the size of the sun, but she strives to be the best goddess she can be to her shinki — as she deems them equals to her, neither weapons nor tools. They are people to her, the men who evoke a protective streak within her. Today is no different.
Thanks to good ol' timing alone, she happens to stumble upon Eno choking on those ugly-looking fruit bars, kicking her streak up high. A mix of horror and alarm crosses her features at the sight, prompting her to run by his side and wrap her arms around him from behind.]
break time
Thanks to good ol' timing alone, she happens to stumble upon Eno choking on those ugly-looking fruit bars, kicking her streak up high. A mix of horror and alarm crosses her features at the sight, prompting her to run by his side and wrap her arms around him from behind.]
Eno, hang in there!