All I could ever want is just out of my grasp… what I need is for you to just say something.
Shiori wants nothing more than to just talk, but when the one person she wants to talk to refuses to utter a word there isn’t much for her left.
Suga was still in the living room when Shiori finally retired to her bedroom. She was sure he was still reading that pink note, over and over and over again, as if something might change if he just kept willing it to. Even he wasn’t confident in his own abilities, and Shiori was already planning on what she would do
First thing was first. She had to get him out of the museum, which, after taking her vow of silence, was much harder than she had anticipated. She tried leading by example, going to her bedroom, putting her hair up, dabbing on a thin layer of makeup, and even switching into public worthy attire, but when she came back to the living
While she was pleased to find him avidly searching the racks upon racks of clothing, she found his choices a bit drab. Especially with her vibrant assortment of clothes. So far he had picked up a black turtleneck, black slacks, and even a pair of dreadful black leather gloves. He said he was going for a sophisticated style. It looked
Shiori wants nothing more than to just talk, but when the one person she wants to talk to refuses to utter a word, she finds herself questioning if she should even remain in the village. Then, news of Suga’s imminent removal as proprietor of the museum reaches Shiori, and now she must help Suga find his voice before he loses her and the museum. Spiritual prequel to Say Something.