[She huffs out a breath and lets him go, resting her hands on her hips. She takes stock of what he’s wearing now, noting the robes with curiosity. She doesn’t know which of them should feel out of place more—him with the robes, or her in the top with cut-off sleeves and miniskirt.
She’s said her piece so she should go—that’s what she tells herself, but his blase way of handling it all is both interesting and incredibly irritating, enough so that she doesn’t want to leave it alone. She’s honestly concerned and convinced he’s going to die horribly the second she has her eyes off of him.
Miu heaves a sigh and presses a hand to her head] Why are you like this... [THE AGE-OLD WWX QUESTION.] Come on. If we keep going there’s bound to be something to use to bandage those up. Not that they seem to be actually bleeding right now, but still...
[She lowers her hand and eyes him again, looking as if, somehow, she’s the one being forced to look out for him here.] I don’t suppose you know where we are right now either, do you?
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She’s said her piece so she should go—that’s what she tells herself, but his blase way of handling it all is both interesting and incredibly irritating, enough so that she doesn’t want to leave it alone. She’s honestly concerned and convinced he’s going to die horribly the second she has her eyes off of him.
Miu heaves a sigh and presses a hand to her head] Why are you like this... [THE AGE-OLD WWX QUESTION.] Come on. If we keep going there’s bound to be something to use to bandage those up. Not that they seem to be actually bleeding right now, but still...
[She lowers her hand and eyes him again, looking as if, somehow, she’s the one being forced to look out for him here.] I don’t suppose you know where we are right now either, do you?