[ The smile lingering on her face behind her hand due to Ranpo's reaction doesn't drop when she crosses the threshold. That excitement in her step doesn't either, but then her searching eyes find him sprawled lazy in Ranpo's bed and he looks up at her with that grin and it's like an oni took his club and drove it into her chest from below so that her still beating heart was propelled into her throat. She just barely manages to catch it in swallowing, and inaudibly, but her cheeks are another matter entirely. They manage to tinge in that split second before she can forcefully recover from the impact and try to get a grip on things. Really, it's a wonder she manages to keep her feet steady in stepping near the bed because this is... this is just too much at just the sight of him, too much feeling entirely with how it swells, and she's got to pull it together, think properly, keep her wits, and not... not focus too much on those ears or his hands or, ugh, his anything with him laying like that.
Come on, Setsura. She's lived through something like this before. Put gods and demons, spirits and humans to bed, too, and they're far more monstrous opponents, she tells herself, even as her heart threatens to leave a hole in her. She can and will absolutely handle this properly and with the appropriate composure and it doesn't matter that he's looking at her broadcast. She didn't say any thing she's ashamed to admit, right? Right.
So, uh. Words, and smoothly, like there isn't a riot in her chest and throat painting her cheeks a little bit. ]
It never seemed like there was a good time. You're quick to run off once you get them, you know. [ Confidently nailed it. ]
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Come on, Setsura. She's lived through something like this before. Put gods and demons, spirits and humans to bed, too, and they're far more monstrous opponents, she tells herself, even as her heart threatens to leave a hole in her. She can and will absolutely handle this properly and with the appropriate composure and it doesn't matter that he's looking at her broadcast. She didn't say any thing she's ashamed to admit, right? Right.
So, uh. Words, and smoothly, like there isn't a riot in her chest and throat painting her cheeks a little bit. ]
It never seemed like there was a good time. You're quick to run off once you get them, you know. [ Confidently nailed it. ]