[One of them, a short teenage girl, lifts up her glasses to rub at her reddish eyes, runs a hand through her short black curls. It's been a draining two months and the eerily PIP-shaped lump hidden by one of the sleeves of her cardigan is...kind of noticeable.]
I don't know if I can drink anything orange without-
[And then Yurika says something that makes her stop. She looks. And stares.]
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I don't know if I can drink anything orange without-
[And then Yurika says something that makes her stop. She looks. And stares.]
...No. That's...that's got to be...hardlights...