Fresh Chara の小説・ストーリー

said Yuta to girls standing beside him. “Feel it, don't talk it up here, moreover you talk about my uncle Skandar and me here! One more thing, just so you know, we never stay up late!” said Charisa while she stared her round eyes to Yuta, Anna just laughed watching how to Charisa defensed her husband. "Wait for a moment ... Are you walking normally?” asked Yuta when he realized something. “I'm not a mermaid, Yuta!! Why must I have a tail fish?” Charisa had already rolled her eyes lazily.

“You were… happy. I wanted to keep it that way. I couldn’t possibly make you all sad and depressed and counting the time.” “You’re an idiot,” Martha whispers tearfully, and Mason gives the smallest, saddest smile. The door suddenly slams open, starling everyone inside. Everyone jumps. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!” It’s Chara. She’s visibly wild, wind and tangled hair, mismatched boots, eyeliner smudged from either tears or speed, suspiciously the former though. She storms into the room with the energy of a rain storm, ignoring Arthur’s half raised hand like she’s on a mission to kill someone, and at this rate, to kill Mason even before the tumor does.