[ It's meant as reassurance and anyway, it has to be pretty difficult to burn soup, right? Not that she had made a lot of the stuff ever in her life but still.
She scoops the attention seeking feline up into her arms, immediately taking comfort in the animal's warmth as she watches Vash fuss with the pot. ]
...Did you want me to wash your shirt for you, before I go?
[ You know, seeing as one of the first things Shinjiro taught her how to do when the realised they were stuck in this place indefinitely was to hand wash her own clothes.
She should go, she thinks, even if she doesn't actually want to. She'd just grabbed both of his hands, just like that, without even thinking about it because it had felt like the right thing to do, she had wanted to do it... Now she's questioning herself, falling into her usual habit of silently overanalysing her every thought and action. She's torn between wanting to hold them again, tell him what a fool she thinks he is for thinking he needs to hide what he is, what he looks like from her and fleeing and retreating herself.
Instead, she'll paint the perfect image of calm as per usual. ]
The gift I bought as a thank you is over there on the table by the way.
[ The box of donuts she almost dropped during shirtless panic. ]
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[ It's meant as reassurance and anyway, it has to be pretty difficult to burn soup, right? Not that she had made a lot of the stuff ever in her life but still.
She scoops the attention seeking feline up into her arms, immediately taking comfort in the animal's warmth as she watches Vash fuss with the pot. ]
...Did you want me to wash your shirt for you, before I go?
[ You know, seeing as one of the first things Shinjiro taught her how to do when the realised they were stuck in this place indefinitely was to hand wash her own clothes.
She should go, she thinks, even if she doesn't actually want to. She'd just grabbed both of his hands, just like that, without even thinking about it because it had felt like the right thing to do, she had wanted to do it... Now she's questioning herself, falling into her usual habit of silently overanalysing her every thought and action. She's torn between wanting to hold them again, tell him what a fool she thinks he is for thinking he needs to hide what he is, what he looks like from her and fleeing and retreating herself.
Instead, she'll paint the perfect image of calm as per usual. ]
The gift I bought as a thank you is over there on the table by the way.
[ The box of donuts she almost dropped during shirtless panic. ]