you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
Point it out only goes so far, he will need to contemplate the rest on his own time. Hopefully not this time, shared as it is. Hotaru is not known for her patience, and she doesn't want him to introspect in the corner while she swims. Maybe if she moves things along to a different topic it will ensure he leaves the idea for later...
Admittedly smacking him in the face with wet hair wasn't her plan, but it works well - and provides her with the visual of his shocked, startled face as his wings jerk and he recoils. It does nothing to help the desperate well of air in her lungs demanding freedom in the form of laughter.
The way he firmly intertwines their fingers spells trouble, as does the way he rises, appendages melting into nothingness. Hotaru pulls on their joined hands in short little bursts as the laughter starts to break through, already knowing she's incriminating herself. It all expels in a shriek-laugh as he pushes off the wall towards her, trying to get her knees up against her chest to push her shins off him if he gets close enough, hoping to use him as a springboard to further their distance - though their joined hands ensure she can only run so far unless he lets go. "No! Lies!" she cries dramatically through her wheezing laughter, something warm stirring up in her chest at the childishness of it all. Maybe they both need to be a little juvenile to remember what it's like to be happy.
Admittedly smacking him in the face with wet hair wasn't her plan, but it works well - and provides her with the visual of his shocked, startled face as his wings jerk and he recoils. It does nothing to help the desperate well of air in her lungs demanding freedom in the form of laughter.
The way he firmly intertwines their fingers spells trouble, as does the way he rises, appendages melting into nothingness. Hotaru pulls on their joined hands in short little bursts as the laughter starts to break through, already knowing she's incriminating herself. It all expels in a shriek-laugh as he pushes off the wall towards her, trying to get her knees up against her chest to push her shins off him if he gets close enough, hoping to use him as a springboard to further their distance - though their joined hands ensure she can only run so far unless he lets go. "No! Lies!" she cries dramatically through her wheezing laughter, something warm stirring up in her chest at the childishness of it all. Maybe they both need to be a little juvenile to remember what it's like to be happy.
