eyes on fire, you are the unforecasted storm
It's a very Deimos delivery of praise, but it's praise all the same, and the titter of pleasure that escapes her right before she spins to skip off the shops is positively avian. She can't recall if she had shared with him that she kept her shifts, but with all the revelations and news in her head she decides it will be discovered one way or another, and puts it aside.
His displeasure only serves to amuse her, cheeks painful with the force of her impish grin. "Exactly, so people won't want to look at it for long. You're welcome," she stresses, as if that had been the goal at any point during her perusal of the options. It's simply something she can twist to her benefit because it's true. Laughing, she leads the way as urged, resisting the desire to grab at his wrist or elbow given his pouting. No sense in inviting revenge too soon.
"It is fun!" Mostly for her. "First we need the boring things all parents forget to stock up on though. Bibs, nappies, and towels galore." Laundry is time-consuming, and the amount of rags and hand towels sacrificed on spit-up and spills had been terrifyingly monstrous when she'd had the twins. They are scarcely even glanced at as they enter the first open-air shop, which means the disguises are working perfectly. She tilts her head subtly toward Deimos while her fingers seek out the textures of various folded towels, deciding which are best for sensitive baby skin and which are best for spills, ensuring it doesn't look like she's speaking to him. "Any nursery color schemes you want to match, or are plain shades okay?" They'd be dirtied regardless, but far be it from Ru to impugn first time parent decisions or dedication to aesthetics.
His displeasure only serves to amuse her, cheeks painful with the force of her impish grin. "Exactly, so people won't want to look at it for long. You're welcome," she stresses, as if that had been the goal at any point during her perusal of the options. It's simply something she can twist to her benefit because it's true. Laughing, she leads the way as urged, resisting the desire to grab at his wrist or elbow given his pouting. No sense in inviting revenge too soon.
"It is fun!" Mostly for her. "First we need the boring things all parents forget to stock up on though. Bibs, nappies, and towels galore." Laundry is time-consuming, and the amount of rags and hand towels sacrificed on spit-up and spills had been terrifyingly monstrous when she'd had the twins. They are scarcely even glanced at as they enter the first open-air shop, which means the disguises are working perfectly. She tilts her head subtly toward Deimos while her fingers seek out the textures of various folded towels, deciding which are best for sensitive baby skin and which are best for spills, ensuring it doesn't look like she's speaking to him. "Any nursery color schemes you want to match, or are plain shades okay?" They'd be dirtied regardless, but far be it from Ru to impugn first time parent decisions or dedication to aesthetics.
the Valkyrie
