[ It's the closest thing she's made to a joke in a while. Her mood isn't suddenly fixed or anything, but there's a warmth in her chest she hasn't felt since... for a long time.
She turns to look at Ritsuka again, asking with the trepidation of someone inviting their own execution: ]
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[ It's the closest thing she's made to a joke in a while. Her mood isn't suddenly fixed or anything, but there's a warmth in her chest she hasn't felt since... for a long time.
She turns to look at Ritsuka again, asking with the trepidation of someone inviting their own execution: ]
Um. Do you think we could maybe... hang out more?