Oh, Claude. You’re lucky that you’re such a charmer too and that I like you.
[ She continues to pull and stretch his face like it’s dough, a genuine laugh beginning to form in the back of her throat and at the corner of her eyes. For all her boisterous claims that anyone would be lucky to have a friend like her, Hilda can’t help but feel deep down that she’s the one that’s lucky to have him. Very few would willingly put themselves through this or put up with her and her princess tendencies. It’s better to just accept it because thinking about it sends her down a spiral of anxiety.
The prickle at the back of her eyes signal that tears are going to show soon if she doesn’t stop thinking about how moments like these were so important to her. Crying over sentimental things had never been a common occurrence before the war, but she supposed that this was just another way it was changing her. She isn’t entirely sure she likes it. The thought is enough to make her stop, telling herself that it’s because she doesn’t want to make his cheeks too red and her hands are cramping anyway. It’s not the thought of dying and never being able to spend time with him like this again and it definitely doesn’t have anything to do with crying and potentially ruining his date. It would never be either of those things. ]
Here I am trying to pay you a compliment and you’re just going on complaining! [ She lets out a sigh, throwing her hands up to the side in a very similar way that he does. ] I’ll let it slide this time because I don’t want to be the reason you’re late for your date. [ True to her word, she smoothly hops off the chair and brushes her own dress before doing some last minute checks on Claude’s dress as if her pulling his face had somehow effected the clothing. ]
You’ll tell me all about it later, won’t you? [ Her fingers fiddle listlessly at the bustle for the sake of looking busy. Her voice is nothing but light and conversational too in an effort to not go back down the slippery slope she had just been tugged back from. ] Also, I can make myself scarce tonight if you’d rather. I don’t have to sleep in your bed starting tonight.
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[ She continues to pull and stretch his face like it’s dough, a genuine laugh beginning to form in the back of her throat and at the corner of her eyes. For all her boisterous claims that anyone would be lucky to have a friend like her, Hilda can’t help but feel deep down that she’s the one that’s lucky to have him. Very few would willingly put themselves through this or put up with her and her princess tendencies. It’s better to just accept it because thinking about it sends her down a spiral of anxiety.
The prickle at the back of her eyes signal that tears are going to show soon if she doesn’t stop thinking about how moments like these were so important to her. Crying over sentimental things had never been a common occurrence before the war, but she supposed that this was just another way it was changing her. She isn’t entirely sure she likes it. The thought is enough to make her stop, telling herself that it’s because she doesn’t want to make his cheeks too red and her hands are cramping anyway. It’s not the thought of dying and never being able to spend time with him like this again and it definitely doesn’t have anything to do with crying and potentially ruining his date. It would never be either of those things. ]
Here I am trying to pay you a compliment and you’re just going on complaining! [ She lets out a sigh, throwing her hands up to the side in a very similar way that he does. ] I’ll let it slide this time because I don’t want to be the reason you’re late for your date. [ True to her word, she smoothly hops off the chair and brushes her own dress before doing some last minute checks on Claude’s dress as if her pulling his face had somehow effected the clothing. ]
You’ll tell me all about it later, won’t you? [ Her fingers fiddle listlessly at the bustle for the sake of looking busy. Her voice is nothing but light and conversational too in an effort to not go back down the slippery slope she had just been tugged back from. ] Also, I can make myself scarce tonight if you’d rather. I don’t have to sleep in your bed starting tonight.
[ The nightmares aren’t consistent anyway. ]