Story Reader / Event Story / Skylark Nightsong / Story
This is the stage. It looks like a place for a wedding.
Noan gazes at the stage with admiration.
I remember attending several weddings at places like this in the past.
Yeah. Traveling merchants, workers in bases... people who stayed on the surface.
Those abandoned churches were dark and dilapidated with some occasional Corrupted. It was a completely different vibe.
Dangerous as they may be, people would still have weddings, and we would still attend.
Surviving the apocalypse is a grand yet tiresome endeavor... which is why people would want to make beautiful memories.
You're also here despite how busy you are because you want to make some good memories, aren't you?
I'm also glad that you invited me.
Also...
The often-direct young man pauses, turning his gaze away from you, hesitating to speak.
Hearing you, Noan looks at you earnestly and chuckles with slight embarrassment.
When I first saw you, I wanted to say...
This is lovely.
Can I pinch your costume?
Then... can I hug it as well?
