[ she takes the offered hand and stands up, but doesn't let go, leading them out of mitsuru's room and down the hall to stand in front of kotone's. compared to the usual muffled music blaring or animated conversation that greeted you when facing her shut door, it's...quiet. eerily so. right now, it's more reminiscent of a grave.
a grim part of her wonders if kotone is trying to make it that way on purpose.
yukari finally lets go of her hand and steps to the side, giving mitsuru an expectant look. willing as she is to back her up, that's all she is--support. only one person should be knocking on that door. ]
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a grim part of her wonders if kotone is trying to make it that way on purpose.
yukari finally lets go of her hand and steps to the side, giving mitsuru an expectant look. willing as she is to back her up, that's all she is--support. only one person should be knocking on that door. ]