HOTARU
Just as with everyone else, the sad call pulls her ears, drawing her out of her sunbathing stupor. Hmmm. A familiar pull if nothing else, and she is just curious and self-interested enough to cut her time short to go explore whatever is making such mournful sounds. She's not so heartless as to be unaffected, but it doesn't show on her face by the time she arrives, giving a short nod to Deimos in case he looks her way.
Her curse from the last time hadn't bothered her too much, but hopefully she won't get into the same kind of trouble again today. As if she has ever managed to avoid trouble a day in her life.
Her curse from the last time hadn't bothered her too much, but hopefully she won't get into the same kind of trouble again today. As if she has ever managed to avoid trouble a day in her life.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
