my blood is black

Molly Hooper.

“… Decorating’s nice— Making a house your own, that must be really calming.” Well, that at least sounded mildly casual. With a meek smile resting momentarily on his lips, Crona swept curious eyes over the flower’s home, her features.

With a small nod Tsubaki moseyed her way past the Meister and headed toward the kitchen area of the small house, remembering why she had invited Crona over in the first place.

“Only a bed and a window? Doesn’t that feel a little…Empty?”

In accent of his frenzied speech, the meister waved both palms emphatically before his chest, eyes pried open by translucent digits of panic. This was not the way to make friends, he just knew it.

Breath left him a shuddered sigh-- He would just calm down, then everything would work out for the best. Reassessing the connotation of his friend's tone-- Concern, genuine care-- A light smile lifted at petal lips. 

       Bonds…

Had their consequences.

“No. No they don’t—” This is what she wanted to hear, wasn’t it? “Just… You all make friends so easily— You do it without even thinking about it.” Awkward hands began to fiddle mindlessly at what raven cloth he could accumulate between his fingers, shadowed eyes wandering aimlessly across the plain of his dearest friend’s features.

So kind.

"Kid and Black*Star-- They're also very kind to me, since the day I stepped foot here. Even after all I did to them-- How badly I almost hurt Kid..." Don't go down this path, Crona. You won't accomplish anything by rambling. "Being a meister like me is so different, nobody else has to live with their weapon inside their body-- Lady Medusa always told me it made me a lot more powerful, that having Ragnarok in my veins was a good thing."

How terrifying.

“That’s kind of what I don’t understand— It was a long time ago— Way too long ago for me to even bring up, but…”

Maybe he should just drop the topic entirely. Forcing a meek smile to his lips, he trailed after weapon, sweeping his gaze along the home he was being permitted into.

                         What should he say? — Something polite?

“Lovely house— I like your — furniture.”

Once they’d actually reached the home the chain-scythe opened up the door for the swordsman and ushered him inside, her hand falling away from the other’s now, a soft smile set to her features as hands clasped behind her back.

"... Decorating's nice-- Making a house your own, that must be really calming." Well, that at least sounded mildly casual. With a meek smile resting momentarily on his lips, Crona swept curious eyes over the flower's home, her features.