[ He's bright red now too... god, he can't believe he said that out loud. If his brothers really did follow him somehow now would be a good time to stop biding their time and just kill him already.
...But considering how cute her reaction is, maybe it was worth it. ]
Ahh.... hahaha... w-was it?
[ He doesn't really understand that she might mean it as a strange thing to say about her ]
I guess... i-it's sort out of character... f-for me to say something bold like that...
[ His voice is cracking badly, raising a higher pitch than normal. Good lord someone help this disaster child. ]
[Peko can feel her head heating up all the way down to her shoulders. The words are just getting stuck under all these conflicting feelings-- feelings she isn't even supposed to have! This was supposed to be an easy gesture of appreciation and shE HAS TO G O]
I should get going.
[She steps back again, and bows quickly, more to hide her face than anything.]
Mm.
[wow that was a good attempt at a word she's just going to straighten back up and TURN AROUND]
[Peko stops on command, almost too reflexively, and stands straight to look over her shoulder.
Her expression is unchanging for a moment-- red irised eyes wide but otherwise cold-- as she turns to face him again. The change is subtle; her brows knit at the center by just a hair and her head tilts a degree to follow as Peko lets herself take an instinctive step forward.
Choromatsu (and his brothers, if they manage to give her more than a frightened 'hello' during the day) is so much softer than the perople she's grown up with. Around Natsumi and Fuyuhiko, Peko's façade was easy to maintain. Choromatsu could be so soft, though, that he reminded her of when Natsumi and Fuyuhiko were younger, when her treasured masters would smile, and when she could still smile with them. It's so much easier to lose sight of the tool she's supposed to be.]
No.
[She urges, clear, distinct. She can't let him feel bad for this, she's the one all out of sorts, she's the one losing sight of things. But if she messes this up, if she's responsible for making him sad...]
No, I'm--- sorry, I should be the one apologizing.
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...But considering how cute her reaction is, maybe it was worth it. ]
Ahh.... hahaha... w-was it?
[ He doesn't really understand that she might mean it as a strange thing to say about her ]
I guess... i-it's sort out of character... f-for me to say something bold like that...
[ His voice is cracking badly, raising a higher pitch than normal. Good lord someone help this disaster child. ]
i don't have her cute icons rn bear with me
[Peko can feel her head heating up all the way down to her shoulders. The words are just getting stuck under all these conflicting feelings-- feelings she isn't even supposed to have! This was supposed to be an easy gesture of appreciation and shE HAS TO G O]
I should get going.
[She steps back again, and bows quickly, more to hide her face than anything.]
Mm.
[wow that was a good attempt at a word she's just going to straighten back up and TURN AROUND]
lol bear
Oh no
He messed up didn't he
He totally messed up
Shit
Fuck fuck fuck ]
W-Wait...!!
[ He asks her to wait and yet... he's afraid to speak again
But he pushes through anyway ]
D-Did I do something wrong...?
[ He clutches the chocolates close
Of course he did something wrong. He always does something wrong. ]
I'm... I'm sorry...
"i'm not tagging at 4am" i said before i received a tag at 4am
Her expression is unchanging for a moment-- red irised eyes wide but otherwise cold-- as she turns to face him again. The change is subtle; her brows knit at the center by just a hair and her head tilts a degree to follow as Peko lets herself take an instinctive step forward.
Choromatsu (and his brothers, if they manage to give her more than a frightened 'hello' during the day) is so much softer than the perople she's grown up with. Around Natsumi and Fuyuhiko, Peko's façade was easy to maintain. Choromatsu could be so soft, though, that he reminded her of when Natsumi and Fuyuhiko were younger, when her treasured masters would smile, and when she could still smile with them. It's so much easier to lose sight of the tool she's supposed to be.]
No.
[She urges, clear, distinct. She can't let him feel bad for this, she's the one all out of sorts, she's the one losing sight of things. But if she messes this up, if she's responsible for making him sad...]
No, I'm--- sorry, I should be the one apologizing.