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Hug Prompts 21. a tearful hug 22. a protective hug
Hiyori could barely process what was happening by the time she was swept up into the much larger mans arms for a hug. She had been out on her own when it happened, not at all expecting the hug from Kanjuro. Though unexpected as it had been to run into the man, that didn't mean she was any less relieved. Pressing her face against the taller mans chest she could barely contain the tears as they hugged. She felt relived, protected, the action bringing up emotions that had been locked away long ago. Sniffling just a bit as she looked up at him through blurry vision. Smiling brightly Hiyori hugged him once more, afraid that if she let go another person she cared about would disappear. “Oh Kanjuro I'm so happy you’re okay! Where have you been? Its been so long!”
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Nonverbal RP Starters 🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair 👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
Hiyori stood before the mirror, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles from her kimono, scrutinizing the reflection as she tried to figure out just what was wrong. Pursing her lips she stared at herself for a few moments longer, soon sighing as she spun on her heel to face Kanjuro. Holding her arms out to her sides, she looked to him with a small frown and an imploring gaze. “I don't know what's wrong with my outfit today, something is off.”
As she began to explain what was distressing her Hiyori watched as Kanjuro stood, making his way over. With her words trailing off she stood still, curiously watching the man straighten and fix her kimono, finishing off by placing a flower in her hair. Turning back to face the mirror Hiyori smiled, more than content with his assistance. “Perfect!”
