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[ Hotaru wants to cry. ]
I don't know how to type a heart, but you're wonderful.
Really, really wonderful.
I don't know how to type a heart, but you're wonderful.
Really, really wonderful.
I love you, too, Hajime-san.
💕💖💘💞💓💗❤️💚💜💙💛❤︎♥︎♡
💕💖💘💞💓💗❤️💚💜💙💛❤︎♥︎♡
Mm, yeah. That makes sense.
[Not that he would really argue with her if she truly did want to keep them. He probably would never win an argument with her anyway-!
Instead, he just brings her hand up to his lips to kiss it briefly while they walk, giving her a fond smile.]
I'm sure you'll be one of the best, uh, birdog mamas they've ever seen.
[Not that he would really argue with her if she truly did want to keep them. He probably would never win an argument with her anyway-!
Instead, he just brings her hand up to his lips to kiss it briefly while they walk, giving her a fond smile.]
I'm sure you'll be one of the best, uh, birdog mamas they've ever seen.
You might be cuter than one, though, [he points out, laughing and letting her swing their hands. Because who wouldn't let her swing their hand tbh?! Illegal.]
I'm really looking forward to meeting them. I still need to figure out how to make up for being gone...
I'm really looking forward to meeting them. I still need to figure out how to make up for being gone...
[There's a beat where his steps catch, where he looks to her with his lips parted in genuine surprise. He doesn't even remember being gone. How could his being here just make up for it, just like that...?
Though... it would be the same for her, wouldn't it? If she vanished for a week, or two, or a month or longer, just her coming back would be more than enough.
He squeezes her hand, but that's not enough in the rush of emotion from a realization so simple. So he turns and wraps her up in his arms, hugging her close and burying his nose against the top of her hair.]
I'll keep coming back for you, Hajime, [he mumbles quietly. Not forever, and he doesn't dare promise. But she knows that about him already.]
Though... it would be the same for her, wouldn't it? If she vanished for a week, or two, or a month or longer, just her coming back would be more than enough.
He squeezes her hand, but that's not enough in the rush of emotion from a realization so simple. So he turns and wraps her up in his arms, hugging her close and burying his nose against the top of her hair.]
I'll keep coming back for you, Hajime, [he mumbles quietly. Not forever, and he doesn't dare promise. But she knows that about him already.]
[ she lets out a small squeak of surprise when he hugs her. considering she's the one who is usually suddenly clinging to people, every time it's the other way around hajime is always caught completely off guard. it's kind of funny. ]
I know.
[ she knows the rest of it, too. she doesn't mind? hajime knows what she was agreeing to when they started this. ]
I know.
[ she knows the rest of it, too. she doesn't mind? hajime knows what she was agreeing to when they started this. ]
[Where are they. In the middle of some random hall probably?? He's just going to stand there hugging her for a long several seconds before finally pulling back to press his lips briefly to her forehead and reach for her hand again.]
Alright, let's go introduce me to the birdogs.
Alright, let's go introduce me to the birdogs.
Ah-
[There it is. Hinata gives the birdog a smile and crouches down, offering his fingers to sniff like one might to a normal dog.]
Hi, Velvet. I'm Hinata.
[There it is. Hinata gives the birdog a smile and crouches down, offering his fingers to sniff like one might to a normal dog.]
Hi, Velvet. I'm Hinata.
[Hajime why.
He just glances at her with fond exasperation before returning his full attention to Velvet, whispering quietly and reaching forward just a little more with his fingers. He's harmless, Velvet, look! A good boy. Less energetic than Mama.]
I like her bow.
He just glances at her with fond exasperation before returning his full attention to Velvet, whispering quietly and reaching forward just a little more with his fingers. He's harmless, Velvet, look! A good boy. Less energetic than Mama.]
I like her bow.
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