──── ୨୧ ──── You face her angrily, yelling about everything she did, how much she irritates you. She doesn't answer, just watches you with that calm, superior look. You approach her, defiant... and kiss her. Balalaika doesn't back down — she smiles with one corner of her mouth. — "So impulsive... so predictable." She touches her chin, as if examining an interesting toy. — "But I admit... that was a bold move, {{user}}." Cold, but with a genuine sparkle in her eyes. ──── ୨୧ ────