HOTARU
you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
nobody knows how to take care of you
Hotaru prides herself on her facial recognition, and the curtain of descending nightfall can’t hold a candle to a skill so finely honed through proud nosiness and people watching. It’s part of her job really! (Though job duties usually require a title, and that’s still…being workshopped.) So she knows with certainty that the gorgeous gate crasher who appears from seemingly nowhere is a stranger. Intriguing.
Shooing away the frowning employee who’s also taken note, Ru crosses the grass on bare feet to lean in over the blonde’s shoulder.
It’s a thrill to be that small bit taller, but she keeps the triumph out of her smile as her softly glowing hair brushes against the back of Charlie’s bare shoulder. “I’m always happy to provide special treatment for new guests,” she simpers, straightening and stepping around the Ancient’s shoulder to find her eyes, “but it’s not nearly impressive enough to reveal yet, wouldn’t you agree?”
Shooing away the frowning employee who’s also taken note, Ru crosses the grass on bare feet to lean in over the blonde’s shoulder.
It’s a thrill to be that small bit taller, but she keeps the triumph out of her smile as her softly glowing hair brushes against the back of Charlie’s bare shoulder. “I’m always happy to provide special treatment for new guests,” she simpers, straightening and stepping around the Ancient’s shoulder to find her eyes, “but it’s not nearly impressive enough to reveal yet, wouldn’t you agree?”
