#ferarepairweek

"Annette, good morning!"

"Ah... good morning, Hilda," she replies, turning her head from the wreckage of yet another broken object to Hilda's visage and Hilda blinks. Annette's eyes are blue, very blue, a pure azure colour, she might even say... And, gods, Hilda finally understands where her thoughts had been going last night. She's tempted to smack herself for not realizing it, but that might give her away, so instead she merely clears her throat.

"Broke something again, I see?" she says with a hum, her smile a tad less genuine and more like the one she shows people she wants something from.

"Yes, I did..." There's a sad glint in Annette's eyes as she frowns and Hilda'sstruck with how pretty they are, even like that. She waves the thought away as quickly as she can. "Hilda, you're good with delicate stuff, right?"

"I'm better than most people at it, sure." Hilda replies and Annette meets her eyes, a pleading look.

"Then, could you-"

"Fine, fine." Before she's even asked, Hilda accepts the query with a wave of her hand. She had said she'd do half of something today, so she might as well make it a whole something if Annette's the one asking. It's not as if she can resist saying yes if it's those eyes staring at her, if it's that voice asking her so sweetly. ...It might be a little too late to notice, but gods, is she in deep.

As Annette picks up the pieces, Hilda returns to her room to find some craft supplies that she can use to put the broken whatever-it-was back together. The hair ornament from last night is still where she left it... so she grabs that too, just in case.

Together, they manage to fix it - a teapot, it had been, and a particularly fancy one at that - and it looks pretty much as good as new, Annette can only sigh in relief.

"Thank you so so much!" she exclaims, eyes glittering like the jewels they are as Hilda merely shrugs.

"It's no big deal," she replies because she has to play it off, stay cool, cool, super cool...

"But it is!" Annette insists. "I know you don't like doing work, so the fact that'd you'd help me means a lot. Really, you saved my life. What can I do to make it up to you?"

Hilda blinks. "You can do nothing at all."

Annette pouts. "That's not right! I have to do something!"

"Then..." Hilda hesitates for a fraction of a second, wondering if she really should... Ah, who cares? She's Hilda Valentine Goneril, and she can do what she wants! ...Or something. "Will you accept this?"

"Eh?" Before Annette can question it, Hilda pulls out the hair accessory. "Are you sure accepting that is enough?"

"It is," Hilda ascertains, so Annette tilts her head to allow Hilda to put it on. She fastens it the way she had imagined it, right above Annette's ear, creating a perfect asymmetrical aesthetic. As she steps back to look at it, Hilda can't help but admire her own work. If she isn't good, she doesn't know who is! ...And then she notices the light pink brushing Annette's cheeks, the way her eyes are screwed shut and, gods, maybe that's what she should be looking at instead.

"...You can open your eyes now," she says, taking extra care to keep her tone even despite her frantically beating heart. Annette follows the order of course and Hilda lets out a deep exhale. Thank goodness, she chose the right shade of blue, it really, truly seems like the ornament was meant for Annette.

"So? Does it... look okay?" Oh, she's embarrassed. The breathy tone of voice is so cute... Ahh, but she still has to answer. Still, her beating heart!

"Of course!" she replies. "I made it, after all."

"Right, you're right." Annette smiles again, shyly, and Hilda thinks her heart really does burst this time. Is everything this girl does abnormally cute??

"Well, I'm going to get going now. Take care not to break anything else, alright?" Hilda says with a wink (is she being too obvious? she's being too obvious, isn't she...) and off she goes, not even waiting for Annette to reply. Gods, her face must be as pink as her hair by now... Hopefully, Annette hadn't seen but... Hilda smiles, wider than usual. Perhaps it was a good thing that she found her shade of brilliant azure, now she can be sure to keep a good eye on it.