HOTARU
Hotaru chortles to herself at his response. "See, nobody ever believes me when I say you make jokes. You're ruining my reputation of total honesty." His wit is far drier and more unexpected than any other she has met, and she absolutely adores it. It makes it all the more hilarious when it crops up and takes her completely by surprise every single time. Without fail it always warms her heart, just as his announcement does. The rare crest of a smile upon his handsome face only makes her clasp her hands before her heart, eyes welling with unanticipated emotion on his behalf.
Scooting around the fire instead of launching herself over it in a harebrained scheme as was her first instinct, she places a hand upon his mighty shoulder and kisses the top of her own hand as if to transport it through her skin down to his own. He is far too tall (and scraggly, she's not a beard fan) to try anything such as a kiss on the cheek, and those clever hands of his are already occupied with cooking up some much-desired lunch. "I'll be there to help, whatever you need. I'm so happy for you, Deimos." Hotaru retracts her hand after that, knowing he can only take so much mushiness before he combusts or reverts back to grunts. "I wish we'd hunted something larger now, to celebrate!" The exaggerated dismay vanishes with ease, like the smoke of their fire above the treetops. At least the squirrels cook faster, and she takes over to pull them off the spit and divide them between herself and the General. Taking one meaty corpse and giving him a toast gesture with it. "To your marriage," she says grandly before biting into the soft meat, happy to provide the stoic man with an excuse to not have to speak when there is food to be consumed.
It has been a good day indeed.
Scooting around the fire instead of launching herself over it in a harebrained scheme as was her first instinct, she places a hand upon his mighty shoulder and kisses the top of her own hand as if to transport it through her skin down to his own. He is far too tall (and scraggly, she's not a beard fan) to try anything such as a kiss on the cheek, and those clever hands of his are already occupied with cooking up some much-desired lunch. "I'll be there to help, whatever you need. I'm so happy for you, Deimos." Hotaru retracts her hand after that, knowing he can only take so much mushiness before he combusts or reverts back to grunts. "I wish we'd hunted something larger now, to celebrate!" The exaggerated dismay vanishes with ease, like the smoke of their fire above the treetops. At least the squirrels cook faster, and she takes over to pull them off the spit and divide them between herself and the General. Taking one meaty corpse and giving him a toast gesture with it. "To your marriage," she says grandly before biting into the soft meat, happy to provide the stoic man with an excuse to not have to speak when there is food to be consumed.
It has been a good day indeed.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
