i dont want no ravioli // eruna
So...pink.
Yuuka clicks her tongue as crimson eyes set upon the fresh faced teen at the door -- her daughter, according to this city's law, Eruna. The youkai had been about to set out from her homely imprisonment when she had pulled open the front door and there the young girl was by some divine intervention. By and large she was unimpressed, if the scowl that sullied such delicate features was any indication at all. But it's merely disdain and no more, for as precocious and obnoxiously pink as the human girl appeared, Yuuka had no quarrel with her yet.
The young mother sizes the other up once more before she finally shuts the door behind her and eases past her, though when she did so she had linked themselves to each other by the elbows and by then was effectively dragging Eruna, giving no choice but to keep in stride or be pulled along like a dog.
"Our food stores have been depleted, so it's off to the market for us. You came along just in time, little girl; aren't I lucky to have a daughter as reliable as you? I must be~." Honey and lemon. She speaks to her junior in only sweet tones and gentle words, her dissatisfaction that marked her features previously vanishing, and her aura radiates mirth and good will.












