[thank god. he might have a velvety smooth voice, but it was definitely not meant for the likes of this. or maybe he was just too prideful about it.]
Okay, here goes. "Once when I was six hundred years old, I saw a magnificent picture in a book about Hell, called Satan Stories. It showed a beautiful succubus swallowing a pitiful human. In the book it said that..."
[what strange, strange adaptation this was. but definitely better than porn.
kaiba reads and reads. he might not be good at any voice other than his own, but he's used to giving speeches, to wowing crowds with oratory. here he dips into that forbidden knowledge, that nostalgic memory, reading to monika as if she were a little girl. not to insult her intelligence; rather it really was more like telling a story to a younger sibling.
at some point, he peers up from the book. her eyes were shut, but was she asleep...?]
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Okay, here goes. "Once when I was six hundred years old, I saw a magnificent picture in a book about Hell, called Satan Stories. It showed a beautiful succubus swallowing a pitiful human. In the book it said that..."
[what strange, strange adaptation this was. but definitely better than porn.
kaiba reads and reads. he might not be good at any voice other than his own, but he's used to giving speeches, to wowing crowds with oratory. here he dips into that forbidden knowledge, that nostalgic memory, reading to monika as if she were a little girl. not to insult her intelligence; rather it really was more like telling a story to a younger sibling.
at some point, he peers up from the book. her eyes were shut, but was she asleep...?]