"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
A loud wail came from the room of Toraono Kuro, and his fiancee Suzuhime. However, that wail was much to feminine, and their had been no recollection of what exactly Kuro's sadness sounded like. Instead it was Suzuhime. The truth was, this had been going on for some time. The hallways that led to Kuro's room devoid of any servant or guardians. Not even Suzuhime's troupe was nearby. At the time, a furious Suzuhime having told them to not bother her at all. Suzuhime had no idea where Kuro was, either way, she was still very upset. An episode of Suzuhime's where her mental stability snapped. The episodes had become very very rare. So the fact that she was so upset to the point of tears and vicious behavior. Something was seriously bothering her. None wanting to face Suzuhime, or hear her cries, they all awaited Kuro to return home. It had very much come to the point that only Kuro could calm Suzuhime down, and Suzuhime was the only one who could calm Kuro.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAA!!!"
Another ear splitting cry would be heard. If one would take a look inside the room. They would see the small frame of Suzuhime, clad in next to nothing. A mere transparent dress that wasn't even large enough to reach to her privates. The only other thing she wore was a pair of fuzzy pink slippers that adorned her tiny feet. She dressed erotically on purpose as a means of eye candy for her dear fiancee. But she didn't even bother to get dressed from earlier in the morning. She just laid there and wept to herself, clutching to Kuro's pillow, which was larger then she was. She clutched the pillow as if it were her best friend about to die. Her eyes streamed tears in her sadness. Her usually beautifully pale face now red from the strain of crying for so long. A large dark stain was left on the pillow from where the mucus and tears of her fit had landed. Her gorgeous crimson hair laid out behind her in an unmanned mess. Clutching the think pillow with all her might, unable to control herself in her episode. Blubbering to herself unintelligibly. Her face hurt badly from having been stuck in the state it currently was for what could have been a much better spent hour or two. She simply couldn't help herself.
<i></i>A loud wail came from the room of Toraono Kuro, and his fiancee Suzuhime. However, that wail was much to feminine, and their had been no recollection of what exactly Kuro's sadness sounded like. Instead it was Suzuhime. The truth was, this had been going on for some time. The hallways that led to Kuro's room devoid of any servant or guardians. Not even Suzuhime's troupe was nearby. At the time, a furious Suzuhime having told them to not bother her at all. Suzuhime had no idea where Kuro was, either way, she was still very upset. An episode of Suzuhime's where her mental stability snapped. The episodes had become very very rare. So the fact that she was so upset to the point of tears and vicious behavior. Something was seriously bothering her. None wanting to face Suzuhime, or hear her cries, they all awaited Kuro to return home. It had very much come to the point that only Kuro could calm Suzuhime down, and Suzuhime was the only one who could calm Kuro.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAA!!!"
Another ear splitting cry would be heard. If one would take a look inside the room. They would see the small frame of Suzuhime, clad in next to nothing. A mere transparent dress that wasn't even large enough to reach to her privates. The only other thing she wore was a pair of fuzzy pink slippers that adorned her tiny feet. She dressed erotically on purpose as a means of eye candy for her dear fiancee. But she didn't even bother to get dressed from earlier in the morning. She just laid there and wept to herself, clutching to Kuro's pillow, which was larger then she was. She clutched the pillow as if it were her best friend about to die. Her eyes streamed tears in her sadness. Her usually beautifully pale face now red from the strain of crying for so long. A large dark stain was left on the pillow from where the mucus and tears of her fit had landed. Her gorgeous crimson hair laid out behind her in an unmanned mess. Clutching the think pillow with all her might, unable to control herself in her episode. Blubbering to herself unintelligibly. Her face hurt badly from having been stuck in the state it currently was for what could have been a much better spent hour or two. She simply couldn't help herself.