"Is it really that fun...?"
"You're about to be eaten by me, poor thing."
"How about you just don't eat me?"
"No way."
"You're so blunt, it's hard for me to respond." Kasahara Fumi shrugged habitually.
"I like you, and if I like you, I have to eat you." Fujiwara Reya said, standing up.
"So willful!"
He walked forward.
"Hey—"
She called out, dragging her voice.
"I'll carry you and fly!" Fujiwara Reya squatted down.
Kasahara Fumi glared at him with feigned annoyance, thought for a moment, then picked up a yellow rose and walked toward him.
"Do you really like yellow roses that much?"
"Just generally like them."
"I'll give you a bouquet every birthday from now on."
"No need to remind me I've aged another year." Kasahara Fumi walked behind him.
With a slight smile, she kicked Fujiwara Reya onto the bridge deck and straddled his back.
"This position isn't right!" Fujiwara Reya protested in dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong with it?"
"You should be lying on my back."
