His response was very mulish in turn, rolling his eyes at her back as they sauntered into the market square. “Sure,” came on a dry tone, but then they were maneuvering about and he could finally steel over another long breath. Behind the sunglasses he was incognito and free to shift back into shadows or nothing at all; almost a relief, because no eyes were on him (the hat was painful enough; people were probably blinded by its horrendous hues).
The Sword listened to Ru’s explanations, deferring to her expertise, but he had some understanding of them already; not wholly ignorant when it came to infants. Boring things were noted in the back of his mind though – the bibs, nappies, towels – though wondering if worst came to worst he could just make a whole lot of the disposable items. “All right,” he murmured, on the lookout as they made their way through the open-air distinctions.
For his part, he didn’t quite care if anyone saw him speaking to her – some mischievous part wanted others to think they’d arrived together simply so the hat’s presence could embarrass her too. “The nursery is a mixture of white, blue, and teal.” Finding some ivory was easy, and he snagged a few of them in his hands, all with a variety of textures, purposefully showing her. “Which of these is best?”
The Sword listened to Ru’s explanations, deferring to her expertise, but he had some understanding of them already; not wholly ignorant when it came to infants. Boring things were noted in the back of his mind though – the bibs, nappies, towels – though wondering if worst came to worst he could just make a whole lot of the disposable items. “All right,” he murmured, on the lookout as they made their way through the open-air distinctions.
For his part, he didn’t quite care if anyone saw him speaking to her – some mischievous part wanted others to think they’d arrived together simply so the hat’s presence could embarrass her too. “The nursery is a mixture of white, blue, and teal.” Finding some ivory was easy, and he snagged a few of them in his hands, all with a variety of textures, purposefully showing her. “Which of these is best?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
