Soon, they headed down into the hole.
Celina still seemed a little flustered from the innocent kiss a few moments ago, but it was fine; he was just sad he couldn't do it sooner.
In fact, it would be nice to get to know the rest of the girls more than he already did.
After all, he felt like there was still so much to find out—their goals, aspirations, and whatever else he could imagine.
Nonetheless, he realized that Seraphina had put in quite a lot of work.
The hole led downward in a spiral-shaped frosted staircase. It wasn't slippery in the slightest, and no wind was coming in either.
The walls had nice ornaments etched into them, and honestly, it seemed pretty darn cozy.
Yet the further down he went, the warmer it felt, which didn't really make sense, but he rolled with it regardless.
"Hey, Celina?" he said, startling her out of her thoughts.
"Y-Yes?" Celina tilted her head, almost biting her tongue.
"Your nails are digging into my palm," Neraxis pointed out.
