then she takes her bottle of water and nudges his cheek with it. drink up, polegami.
only problem with that is you know what they say? drunken actions are sober thoughts. meaning yato has thought of selling himself that way, hasn't he? since when, she hasn't a clue. if it was before they arrived in synflux or before. such as yato kissing bishamon in a drunken stupor, too. hand over mouth, SURE, but after reading about it in her little journal the memory came back to her. jealousy did, too, and she nearly laughed at herself in disbelief.
doubt is an ugly thing. in relationships, even more so. it'll take some work to chase it away in all the places it corrupts. like blight. hiyori's been doing her damnedest to help yato with his, too. all that self-loathing and uncertainty about what he can do but she believes in him even harder. more fiercely. he's done more miraculous things like move heaven and make them admit they were wrong. something that hasn't been done in centuries, if ever.
... maybe her hints are too muted for yato. before she can attempt to be more clear, he's taking the lead. she holds her breath. nods. ]
Mm. [ since she doesn't trust her voice not to come out pitched, she simply hums and then scoots back to lie as directed. the towel clings to her body but she makes sure to grip the knot until her head rests and she's staring at the ceiling.
start at the top. she should have just told him to kiss her instead of saying that. ugh. flirting is hard. but also? yato is kinda dumb and they're new at this. he WOULDN'T get it, would he?
smooth synth jazz continues. a smile eventually spreads across her lips, small and a bit awkward. ]
If you're good at this too, I may pay you five ye- er, Krypto to do it now and then.
boolies u gently
then she takes her bottle of water and nudges his cheek with it. drink up, polegami.
only problem with that is you know what they say? drunken actions are sober thoughts. meaning yato has thought of selling himself that way, hasn't he? since when, she hasn't a clue. if it was before they arrived in synflux or before. such as yato kissing bishamon in a drunken stupor, too. hand over mouth, SURE, but after reading about it in her little journal the memory came back to her. jealousy did, too, and she nearly laughed at herself in disbelief.
doubt is an ugly thing. in relationships, even more so. it'll take some work to chase it away in all the places it corrupts. like blight. hiyori's been doing her damnedest to help yato with his, too. all that self-loathing and uncertainty about what he can do but she believes in him even harder. more fiercely. he's done more miraculous things like move heaven and make them admit they were wrong. something that hasn't been done in centuries, if ever.
... maybe her hints are too muted for yato. before she can attempt to be more clear, he's taking the lead. she holds her breath. nods. ]
Mm. [ since she doesn't trust her voice not to come out pitched, she simply hums and then scoots back to lie as directed. the towel clings to her body but she makes sure to grip the knot until her head rests and she's staring at the ceiling.
start at the top. she should have just told him to kiss her instead of saying that. ugh. flirting is hard. but also? yato is kinda dumb and they're new at this. he WOULDN'T get it, would he?
smooth synth jazz continues. a smile eventually spreads across her lips, small and a bit awkward. ]
If you're good at this too, I may pay you five ye- er, Krypto to do it now and then.