I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
Hotaru lingers on the outskirts of their familiarity, bittersweet and fond. Vai does not seem the type to be taken by surprise easily if the way she sweeps around on a newly formed mission is any indication. “Anything would be wonderful. I appreciate it.” Such immediate kindness is so often missing in Caido. It’s a stabilizing force for the disoriented blonde.
Letting Remi speak his piece, Hotaru takes the offered garments with a grateful smile, silent so that Vai may respond in turn. Instead she begins to slip them on, the shirt settling over her thighs even with the swell of her stomach to contend with. The pants are much larger, but rolling the hem a few times seems to help. She wants to volunteer to help make the tea to make herself useful, but Hotaru isn’t even certain where the kitchen is. Instead she settles for staying out of the way and trying to make herself look a bit more presentable.
Letting Remi speak his piece, Hotaru takes the offered garments with a grateful smile, silent so that Vai may respond in turn. Instead she begins to slip them on, the shirt settling over her thighs even with the swell of her stomach to contend with. The pants are much larger, but rolling the hem a few times seems to help. She wants to volunteer to help make the tea to make herself useful, but Hotaru isn’t even certain where the kitchen is. Instead she settles for staying out of the way and trying to make herself look a bit more presentable.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
