A Cold by Yuki no Yui English Translation
Blizzard outside, howling, writhing on the snow-decorated glass designs, trying to sneak into the house to howling all the white powder dust. The weather seemed to be something totally wrong for people living in the City of Death. Girl with a couple of frivolous tails on the sides of his head cocked to one side, carefully eyeing the thermometer that tells about the incredibly low temperatures outside.
Blowing the bangs from her eyes, she frowned comically, throwing his eyes over his shoulder. Blame for her bad temper only showed the world its own white, as if both should be rinsed in a stain remover, hair. Everything else is concealed heavy and warm blanket, smelling of dust and strawberry jam from a cozy pantry. Her teammate, once again, filled up the title of "tough guy" on the small stuff - picked up a banal cold, and now just sitting at home, occasionally sniffing red, like a nice drinker, noses.
A heavy sigh, Mack Ahlborn dropped a tray of medicines on the head mate:
- Soul ...
- I will not accept them - came a muffled voice from under the folds of blankets.
- Souuul - already stretched with the push lady.
- I - quietly answered Evans.
- You have to get out now and primesh medicine - said the girl. Not seeing the response, she added:
- Or am I now, though, go to the academy for training, but will sit with you Mr Blair ...
- Do not! - Too vividly imagining exactly how it will treat the irrepressible cat, a guy jumped on the bed, sat down in a flash estimates tray suspicious and tabletochki pills into his mouth. True, he immediately began to publish a strange noise and attempt to escape from overly doting co-worker.
For a while, until approximately snuffle in the next room of a black cat could be heard only screams and rustling blanket accident, which was trying to hide behind the soul, and after - the noise drop something heavy and silence ...
Mack sat in a fun, in a pale pink dotted rug emphasized turning away from her braids. Small bump on her forehead, slowly, began to fill color that does not add to her good mood.
Attempting to abstract from this is not the happiest day in her life, she closed her eyes and began to meditate. On different. About people, about the shinigami, the Academy students, their parents, in general, the various shots. More specifically, about anything, just not about some Soul ITER.
Trickled into the argument that all men are the same as her father, she missed the moment when her shoulder went to the hot hand. Another squeezed between her arm and waist and lay on her stomach, moving closer to the body flushed behind her. Gently smiling, Mack thought that perhaps I should not have to strain as a partner, while he has not slept a fever.
Palm slipped on her shoulder a warm blanket and a soft chin, gently down the other side.
The girl smiled again. He rarely asked for her forgiveness out loud, thinking that "tough guys" do not do. But I always apologized to her in other ways. For example it is now, warming, coming closer, begging without words for forgiveness and just silently cursing, for what naparnitsa sat alone on the cold floor ...
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