"sylvie~"

hearing your name called while you sat against the bookcase in a sequestered little corner, you nearly let out a squeak. it's eiki, you thought to yourself, i should crawl away while i can...

"where are you," eiki's voice resounded in your ears as you tried to scuttle away undetected, your back pressed against the bookcase in congruence with your squirming motions. yet before you could manage to secure an escape route, eiki bent down onto his knees before you as his arm outstretched and occluded you. "going, my sylvie?"

"um... 'my sylvie'? i don't remember belonging to you?"

"well, you're my responsibility. you might as well be mine at this point. wouldn't you agree?" eiki's retorts were as swift and punctual as always, and he had such a way of bantering with you that left your knees weak.

it didn't help he had you pinned to the bookcase, though...