Emperor Shadow
This gotta be put in the historical record.
Shadow was seen burying her face into the shaman’s chest, whimpering like an injured animal, then burst out crying. A few moments later, the shama’s masculine arms were robotically embracing Shadow’s head.
Shadow hugged her tighter, even though she knew it would be hurting her, she didn’t let her go. Instead, she rubbed her face on the shaman’s chest.
“What is going on?” Conan’s complexion tightened with locked shoulders.
“I don’t know. Are we getting a yuri route? I assume the fiance she was waiting for was in fact… a man. I mean, an actual man. The man from the birth, though I don’t judge.” Keira blabbering alone.
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