[Oh... there he go. She's immediately regretting letting go of him, missing the warmth and the closeness... she'll need to hurry. Fluffy gauge hasn't quite refilled yet, either.]
It will only be a moment, [she promises, then she's disappearing into one of the other rooms in the apartment; likely the bedroom, since the lighting isn't nearly as harsh as what one usually sees in a bathroom. The door is mostly closed, though, so there's not much that can actually be seen.
If it takes a minute or two longer than expected, it's because without his face pressed against her, her shirt is actually getting a little cold from being wet. Best to change that. When she emerges, she's wearing a plain black, long-sleeved shirt instead of the usual sailor-suit top. Now isn't the time for him to have to see her scars. She's also taken some of that minute to blow her own nose and wipe her face, so she at least looks somewhat presentable.
Those eyes are redder than normal, but that's... kind of to be expected. At least the intensity should be somewhat muted by the hint of a smile still curving her lips? At least he made it to the couch this time.]
Here.
[And she's taking her seat next to him on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her, maybe sitting a little closer than strictly necessary as she offers the box of tissues. Maybe sitting a lot closer than necessary, since there's literally no space between them when she sits. Hello Kuzuryuu. Hello.]
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It will only be a moment, [she promises, then she's disappearing into one of the other rooms in the apartment; likely the bedroom, since the lighting isn't nearly as harsh as what one usually sees in a bathroom. The door is mostly closed, though, so there's not much that can actually be seen.
If it takes a minute or two longer than expected, it's because without his face pressed against her, her shirt is actually getting a little cold from being wet. Best to change that. When she emerges, she's wearing a plain black, long-sleeved shirt instead of the usual sailor-suit top. Now isn't the time for him to have to see her scars. She's also taken some of that minute to blow her own nose and wipe her face, so she at least looks somewhat presentable.
Those eyes are redder than normal, but that's... kind of to be expected. At least the intensity should be somewhat muted by the hint of a smile still curving her lips? At least he made it to the couch this time.]
Here.
[And she's taking her seat next to him on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her, maybe sitting a little closer than strictly necessary as she offers the box of tissues. Maybe sitting a lot closer than necessary, since there's literally no space between them when she sits. Hello Kuzuryuu. Hello.]