[ her smile doesn't budge. this is, after all, one of the same things she's heard for years. her fans praise everything about her, enough that it starts to get uncomfortable at times, but...
somehow it seems a little more sincere, coming from zenitsu. after all, no one's ever bothered to ask what her. favorite color is. no one seems to have thought that the priestess of fire might like anything except red. she's about to thank him again, but that's the moment that a memory flashes between them, cutting her off. ]
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somehow it seems a little more sincere, coming from zenitsu. after all, no one's ever bothered to ask what her. favorite color is. no one seems to have thought that the priestess of fire might like anything except red. she's about to thank him again, but that's the moment that a memory flashes between them, cutting her off. ]