you are not beyond repair

maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters

Even without this new bond between them she would know his hurt is feigned, and her own amusement only grows deeper - if more fondly exasperated - at how it feels brushing against her mind. Hotaru is the manipulative one, and they both know it. Oh I'm certain you would help - after a good few minutes of laughing. Which would make the entire affair worth it really, but Hotaru doesn't intend to give Deimos the opportunity. Not today at least, she would likely get talked into it eventually. Just as soft and willing to bend to him as he is to her sometimes. Is that not how they ended up here, planning something like this?

She sits up straighter as he begins, watching the filaments of magic form into something tangible. It's beautiful. Artistic, for all the simplicity of the final item itself. Hotaru knows all too well that it is intentionally deceiving in that way. Transforming back is still an odd sensation, but it's smooth enough, and soon she is standing before him in human form once more. Reaching to brush against the coarse and sturdy material, she pulls at the opening with a quirked brow and a playful tilt to the side of her lips. "So which one of us shall test it? I'm not sure you'll fit." Though she hopes he won't cart her off like a joyful kidnapper if she's the one to submit to the bundling.