... a lot is going on, she'll give him that. ONLY THAT. does it excuse his mistake? NO. it could have turned into a fight, but she'd rather not. instead, hiyori to the rescue. once she turns and levels a flat look at him for their NEW names being on their certificate.
rescuing civilians from danger is taking up a majority of her brain power, but it's not the only thing. yato being here in their camper is one less thing to worry about, but she's all too aware of who is with them and how hard she is thinking about
everyone else.
as frustrating as being drawn on with permanent marker is, as thoughtless as yato was with that, she... needed him. not to protect her so much as to keep her sane. without a word, she takes his hand and guides him to sit down somewhere where she can take a cloth with some rubbing alcohol and rub gently at his mustache.
her eyes flick briefly to his eyes, hand pausing, at his apology before she sighs. ]
That can be said for a lot of things you do. [ STRIPED PANTIES SNOW. ]
... No harm done, really. But this'll take a while to fade away. [ and the longer she has to look at it, the more she can't help but crack a small smile. ]
Mustaches don't suit you at all, though. Or goatees.
SHAKING IN MY BOOTS
... a lot is going on, she'll give him that. ONLY THAT. does it excuse his mistake? NO. it could have turned into a fight, but she'd rather not. instead, hiyori to the rescue. once she turns and levels a flat look at him for their NEW names being on their certificate.
rescuing civilians from danger is taking up a majority of her brain power, but it's not the only thing. yato being here in their camper is one less thing to worry about, but she's all too aware of who is with them and how hard she is thinking about
everyone else.
as frustrating as being drawn on with permanent marker is, as thoughtless as yato was with that, she... needed him. not to protect her so much as to keep her sane. without a word, she takes his hand and guides him to sit down somewhere where she can take a cloth with some rubbing alcohol and rub gently at his mustache.
her eyes flick briefly to his eyes, hand pausing, at his apology before she sighs. ]
That can be said for a lot of things you do. [ STRIPED PANTIES SNOW. ]
... No harm done, really. But this'll take a while to fade away. [ and the longer she has to look at it, the more she can't help but crack a small smile. ]
Mustaches don't suit you at all, though. Or goatees.