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Who knew the highly feared harbinger of order and leader of Justice could be… this clingy?
Shiori didn't.
And she's a little stuck in the problem.
Maybe she could have gotten away after stealing one of Liz's shirts, sure she could have hidden, maybe she could have gotten somewhere different. Elizabeth would have found her anyways, Elizabeth always does.
That's just her thing.
The Archiver really wonders how this nearly six foot perfect hunk of a woman stumbles over her words at the slightest sign of flirting, fumbles around like a chicken without a head, and follows her around like a sad puppy who got lost in the rain?
No matter how many times this “honorable and loyal” knight constantly insists otherwise, it only makes the difference in her role with her personality all the more confusing.
So there they are, cuddled together in the afternoon. Eh, well, it was more like Elizabeth had a death grip on the Archiver from behind, keeping her close as if she would be lost with the wind.
Shiori could only sigh, tearing her eyes away from her book periodically to glance at the strong, scar-ridden, toned arms wrapped around her waist and the legs by her sides. The redhead's face was buried into the crook of the other's neck,
“Liz… c'mon, aren't you thirsty or something?”
There was only a whine of disagreement. A sigh and a bookmark to save her page later, Shiori gently reached around to pat what might as well be her stupid big puppy's head.
“I'll brew us something, just let me go for a minute, I'll be right back ‘kay?”
If getting lifted up by the waist, set right into Elizabeth's lap, her legs joining the mix by wrapping around the Archiver's legs, they'll be here for a while.
“No.”
Elizabeth's face remained buried in Shiori's neck, refusing to budge an inch. If all that didn't convince Shiori, the next two words that left her girl's mouth certainly did.
“...Stay.. please..”
“..Alright.”
Well, maybe this isn't so bad.