hiyori grins a bit, some more life entering her cheeks and expression when yato admits to it being fun. kind of fun, he says.
and yes. she is worried about that. as sweet as the sentiment is, she doesn't want him to give up on that dream. it's a good dream.
AND YES, AGAIN. she is fretting. he says some fretful things! once he's close enough, she takes his hand. if she ever really let it go in the first place since she was hoping yato would fall into step next to her.
feet kissing. no thanks. this feels nostalgic, though. ]
Nobody needs to be kissing my feet. I'm not a god.
[ hiyori bumps back into him but is busy looking out to the ocean and the plumes of smoke. ]
What do you make of that...? It's like how fireworks are made. Some sort of chemicals are being burned. That's what's causing all the different colors.
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hiyori grins a bit, some more life entering her cheeks and expression when yato admits to it being fun. kind of fun, he says.
and yes. she is worried about that. as sweet as the sentiment is, she doesn't want him to give up on that dream. it's a good dream.
AND YES, AGAIN. she is fretting. he says some fretful things! once he's close enough, she takes his hand. if she ever really let it go in the first place since she was hoping yato would fall into step next to her.
feet kissing. no thanks. this feels nostalgic, though. ]
Nobody needs to be kissing my feet. I'm not a god.
[ hiyori bumps back into him but is busy looking out to the ocean and the plumes of smoke. ]
What do you make of that...? It's like how fireworks are made. Some sort of chemicals are being burned. That's what's causing all the different colors.