[SAKURA]
Sakura looked like she was ready to get cuffed, judging by the way that sweet citrus filled the room gently.
It was crazy, and probably something that they all should've gotten used to, but this was the kind that even the insane were surprised by. No one had ever been ready for this, because this was a different kind of insanity.
"Your unappreciation of art is wanting, sister," Sakura said casually, like it was what she could think of at the moment. She didn't want to focus on the flares she was receiving from them, even though they were harmless glares.
She had made a perfect suggestion, and she knew that no matter how much they whined and complained about it, as long as their faces weren't stoic when looking at her, they would be on her side. Always.
"Shit, you're Erasthai up, Kimura. This little shit is releasing sweet pheromones," Ichika warned, ready to scold Sakura into eternity.
Sakura just smirked.
She was encouraging all of this.
