eyes on fire, you are the unforecasted storm
"I suspected," she concurs with a teasing edge to her smile. It will only lend itself to the aesthetic of the nursery from what she understands of it. Glancing at the other available items, she shakes her head primly and leads him to the back counter where the worker has been watching them idly since they entered. Gesturing to the amount Deimos has, Hotaru does a quick count of what they have and is midway through announcing it when the seller cocks their head and squints their eyes slightly at Deimos.
Hotaru smoothly steps further in the way, counting on their disguises and banishing any twitch of alarm or humor from her expression. "Fifteen of the towels and four blankets please. Can you wrap them? It's for our cousin's baby shower." There, that seems to extinguish the rising look of suspicion on the merchant's face. They nod - clearly not paid enough to be overly nosy - and reach for the stack in Deimos' arms so they can begin wrapping them as Hotaru barters for the price. She'll be showering the new parents in plenty of gifts, but this will be the first.
Hotaru smoothly steps further in the way, counting on their disguises and banishing any twitch of alarm or humor from her expression. "Fifteen of the towels and four blankets please. Can you wrap them? It's for our cousin's baby shower." There, that seems to extinguish the rising look of suspicion on the merchant's face. They nod - clearly not paid enough to be overly nosy - and reach for the stack in Deimos' arms so they can begin wrapping them as Hotaru barters for the price. She'll be showering the new parents in plenty of gifts, but this will be the first.
the Valkyrie
