eyes on fire, you are the unforecasted storm
Hotaru wrinkles her nose and cuts him a disapproving stare when he speaks to her plainly, dragging her into the aura of eye-bleach that was the hat she'd purchased for him. This certainly wasn't what she had been counting on, and in the bond he would surely feel the fond exasperation and begrudging admiration for the smooth way he turns the tables on her. At least she doesn't look like herself, so her own reputation is safe.
"Blue and white shades are easy, perfect," she murmurs, still keeping her own voice cast low. It would do little good, but it was about the principle. As he presents a few options she turns and runs the inside of her wrist over each, the sensitive, thinner skin a better guide for what would be irritating on an infant's. "Those are okay, but those two are a no for skin." Eyeing the pile he'd pulled from, she grabs five of each of the other three options, piling them into his arms. What's the point of them being so massive if not to hold a woman's excessive purchases?
There's minimal actual baby stuff at this shop, but a few versatile goods like baby blankets and slings. As she goes, she forgets herself and her petty goal of silence, too eager to impart knowledge and be involved in this beautiful period of transition. "No yarnwork or loose weave blankets until the baby is older, their fingers can get caught and cut off circulation. This weight at the most," she picks it up so Deimos can squeeze it in his hand to feel the amount of thickness. "Furs work great too, it can actually help reduce the odds of developing allergies." He'd have far more options in Halo for that, so for now she pulls a few plain colors and evaluates their material, ensuring she has cotton only for swaddling. "Will you be making hardier slings for you and Evie? If not, you can use these for sling-carrying but then you'd want a few more." And for once there's no teasing or juvenility in her expression when she holds them up to him, her eagerness to help shining in eyes not her own.
"Blue and white shades are easy, perfect," she murmurs, still keeping her own voice cast low. It would do little good, but it was about the principle. As he presents a few options she turns and runs the inside of her wrist over each, the sensitive, thinner skin a better guide for what would be irritating on an infant's. "Those are okay, but those two are a no for skin." Eyeing the pile he'd pulled from, she grabs five of each of the other three options, piling them into his arms. What's the point of them being so massive if not to hold a woman's excessive purchases?
There's minimal actual baby stuff at this shop, but a few versatile goods like baby blankets and slings. As she goes, she forgets herself and her petty goal of silence, too eager to impart knowledge and be involved in this beautiful period of transition. "No yarnwork or loose weave blankets until the baby is older, their fingers can get caught and cut off circulation. This weight at the most," she picks it up so Deimos can squeeze it in his hand to feel the amount of thickness. "Furs work great too, it can actually help reduce the odds of developing allergies." He'd have far more options in Halo for that, so for now she pulls a few plain colors and evaluates their material, ensuring she has cotton only for swaddling. "Will you be making hardier slings for you and Evie? If not, you can use these for sling-carrying but then you'd want a few more." And for once there's no teasing or juvenility in her expression when she holds them up to him, her eagerness to help shining in eyes not her own.
the Valkyrie
