Elly

Beaming with excitement.

     “What? No!” The blond laughed softly, then turned to look pointedly at a staircase. “There was a cat there, and I blepped at it! It blepped back, then took off!”

A strained smile and she nodded. Clearly, she hadn’t believed him....

BLEP!

Blep????

* soft angst starters

It was wrong for him to be here. He was young--to carry the weight of such a cruel war was a heavy burden. Despite his tough exterior, he was still a boy, alone in a large headquarters. The rest had gone on missions leaving him behind to heal. Perhaps he had been looking for someone else when he came to their division, but she was the only one there. She had gotten up to leave when she felt a tug on her sleeve. 

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

Azure hues softened as she nodded, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. 

Feel free to add me, ;-;

           Gaze shifts from the parade before him to the woman beside him, sudden realization ( a reminder ) that not everyone could see what he did. Stiff awkwardness follows in suit after being addressed. The fact she was an obvious foreigner- and potentially one that could see him as a loon for the nonsense that was about to leave his mouth, too, was not any help either. 

His raised arm drops while his gaze shifts to the spirits. Brows furrow and Naritsune shifts the bag of groceries to that hand- sigh passing parted lips all the while, too.

 “ There’s a…  ” a pause, mouth thinned for a brief second before he forces it out; strained and obviously uncomfortable. “ there’s a line of spirits standing here- why? I have no clue, don’t ask. I’m sure I even sound crazy. ”

“ I may sound crazy, but, god, do I hate the way they screech when they’re interrupted. ”

“Really? I still can’t--- see anything.“

She was still staring at the ground, head tilting from side to side in hopes of catching even a flicker of what he saw. But she couldn’t perceive anything abnormal. A sigh escaped her as she mulled over her choices. It was only rational to see him as someone... abnormal? A person trying to pull a joke on her, but the more he spoke the more she felt inclined to believe him.

There came a problem.

She looked to the other side. Books still balanced within her grasp, she was starting to feel the heaviness of her textbooks. Frail arms could only bear so much before wanting to set them down. 

12. Gentle smile

“We should make it part of your uniform, don’t you think?”

2 Gentle touch

“T-there’s a way to tie it so it won't fall even when you’re fighting.”

Subtle embarrassment hindered her hold, digits shaky as she gathered his locks once more. He had approached her—(demanded) for her hair tie. Her hair now loose from her bun, unkempt as it overwhelmed her small figure. 

A small part of her felt envy as her digits ran through his hair, how did he keep it so soft? Glistening with a healthy glow? Her touch was gentle, careful in each mannerism as she took the silk band, tying it at the base. A specific knot tight enough to handle any ordeal–even his aggressive training routine.