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Unlike any other days, they walk down the empty and quiet street they don't usually walk, late into the night which they don't usually spend together.
Their stomachs filled, satisfied with the different kinds of food they had at the local food festival they had just visited.
A little bit tipsy, the couple cans of sake they had in front of the minimarket earlier are now doing their wonders.
Kanade bobs her head with each step she takes, her ears ticklish with the rattling noise the plastic bag in her hand makes. She gazes at Honami whose both hands are occupied with two plastic bags of more booze to store in her refrigerator, soon, as soon as they reach her place.
Kanade offers Honami one hand, offering a useless helping hand, kind of.
Honami frees her left hand by moving both plastic bags to her right hand. She then takes Kanade's hand, squeezing it several times to warm it before intertwining their fingers and continuing their slow walk under the moonlight.
They come to an abrupt stop under one street lamp to look for Kanade's house key. Kanade pats her own jacket and finds nothing. So she closes in and pats Honami's jacket.
Maybe it's the sake, but Honami smells really good and her usually peachy cheeks are now rosy red. The closer Kanade presses into her, the warmer she can feel Honami's body temperature.
Unlike any other days, they walk down the empty and quiet street they don't usually walk, late into the night which they don't usually spend together.
Unlike any other days, Kanade reaches out for Honami's neck and brings her down to her level, gently, and without her nerve-wracking anxiety, she grazes her lips against the corner of Honami's lips. And when she tastes apple on her, Kanade grazes her lips with Honami's lower lip, suckling on it before they both dive into the kind of kiss they don't usually share together.
They can't wait to reach home.
