[Haruka is blushing like a stop light and can't stop smiling. She surfaces just long enough to gasp in and look at Yonaka's face, then goes right back down to finish her off.]
I guess so. [Talking kinda hurts, so she'll cuddle and rest for a few seconds.] I think I sorta started figuring it out when we got fake married, and then I was -- ow. Then I was gonna just try and ignore it 'cause I thought you'd be all, "Nooooo! Haruchin germs!"
Yonacchi, you're really here, right? Or am I gonna wake up in our mouldy basement on the mattress we got out of the dumpster and find out I dreamt this?
Yes, you. I thought it might be a little forward to say 'cute wife' even though we're fish married, but you're definitely a cute person-I-am-involved-with.
[snug snug] Yonacchi, you're too good, too good... [sniff] I love you, you know? And I'm okay with being sort of not legally married to you in an aquarium.
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Holy shit.
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Yonacchi?
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I think I sprained my tongue.
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[Yonaka snuggles back, smiling wide.]
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Yonacchi... I don't even know when I started liking you like that, Yonacchi. But when'd you figure something was up?
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[But now she's in love.]
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[Snug, snug.]
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Yonacchi, you're really here, right? Or am I gonna wake up in our mouldy basement on the mattress we got out of the dumpster and find out I dreamt this?
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