[ it's fine, hiyori tells herself too as an echo. it has to be true. otherwise, what else could it be? ]
Y-yeah. Okay. You're right. [ getting her cord hurt is bad. she's not about to do experiments on whether she can die in this world or not. there have been enough near-death scares already. she doesn't want to die.
she doesn't.
a small smile lifts her mouth briefly. ]
What? Pink stripes? What are you... [ hiyori realizes what is pink and what has stripes almost too belatedly. yato's gaze gave it away, though.
he doesn't get hit. there is a strangled squeaking sound and then hiyori grabs the hem of the jersey she's wearing and pulls it down to cover as much of her underwear as possible. ]
DON'T ANNOUNCE IT OUT LOUD!!
[ even if they're supposedly the only two in the vicinity. she's still embarrassed if the high color on her cheeks, visible with the light now, didn't give her away as much as yato's attention span zeroed in on delicates. ]
no subject
Y-yeah. Okay. You're right. [ getting her cord hurt is bad. she's not about to do experiments on whether she can die in this world or not. there have been enough near-death scares already. she doesn't want to die.
she doesn't.
a small smile lifts her mouth briefly. ]
What? Pink stripes? What are you... [ hiyori realizes what is pink and what has stripes almost too belatedly. yato's gaze gave it away, though.
he doesn't get hit. there is a strangled squeaking sound and then hiyori grabs the hem of the jersey she's wearing and pulls it down to cover as much of her underwear as possible. ]
DON'T ANNOUNCE IT OUT LOUD!!
[ even if they're supposedly the only two in the vicinity. she's still embarrassed if the high color on her cheeks, visible with the light now, didn't give her away as much as yato's attention span zeroed in on delicates. ]