The cup wobbles in Kirigiri's hand, and a blush spreads across her perpetually pale face. A little bit of milk tea splashes out of the cup and sends a warm wave of wet, chamomile milk tea staining the black material of her skirt.

She glances over at Celestia, trying not to scowl. The other girl seems to be holding back a giggle.

"Here. Like this." Celestia wraps her slender, pale fingers around Kirigiri's gloved hands and adjusts her fingers into an awkward twisted position around the handle of the cup.

"That's ridiculous," Kirigiri says frankly. She's about to lift the teacup to her lips when she realizes that Celestia is still holding her hand, and suddenly she stumbles backwards and the cup shatters to the floor.

She, Kirigiri Kyouko, the Super High-School Level Detective, just broke a cup because Celestia Ludenberg was holding her hand.
How embarrassing.

Celes is unable to contain her laughter this time. "The tea doesn't matter, Kirigiri-san. Would you like some biscuits instead?"

"Yes. That would be satisfactory."

When Celestia walks her over to the table, she can't help but notice that the lolita still hasn't let go of her hand.


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