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swordfucker) wrote2018-03-10 06:49 pm
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I do.
[Relaxing a little further at her words, he finally looks down at what she gave him. An orange? So those have color restored to them, as well. He does admit that it'd be nice to taste something like this. But bringing it to him? He glances over it at her again.]
Sorry. It's just that when I feel a sensation like that, it's usually a curse or a demon. [Another glance at the orange, undecided if he's going to actually pause his work to eat it. Hrm.] Thanks.
[Relaxing a little further at her words, he finally looks down at what she gave him. An orange? So those have color restored to them, as well. He does admit that it'd be nice to taste something like this. But bringing it to him? He glances over it at her again.]
Sorry. It's just that when I feel a sensation like that, it's usually a curse or a demon. [Another glance at the orange, undecided if he's going to actually pause his work to eat it. Hrm.] Thanks.
[ dextera, perhaps, does doze a little bit over the course of the night, but he's always semi-conscious—and after guren starts muttering, he's perfectly alert, watching again as closely as a nurse might monitor a patient. in some abstract way, that's what they are now, and he knows as soon as guren is awake because he's paying close attention. ]
...
[ he scoots closer, and at least (?) the chill of the room by this point has woken him up like a nice splash of cold water. he blinks, and then offers guren a hand gesture that suggests a little. he slept enough! for now. his body will crash later, which is the schedule he tends to follow.
before guren can question that, he's tilting his head, a silent inquiry on how guren slept. he certainly looks a lot better. ]
...
[ he scoots closer, and at least (?) the chill of the room by this point has woken him up like a nice splash of cold water. he blinks, and then offers guren a hand gesture that suggests a little. he slept enough! for now. his body will crash later, which is the schedule he tends to follow.
before guren can question that, he's tilting his head, a silent inquiry on how guren slept. he certainly looks a lot better. ]
[A little is basically nothing, he thinks. He'll have to leave Dextera alone tonight so he can actually get some sleep. He can do that. He's relieved having him back to normal, so there's no need to fuss...
Ah, but he's been staring and Dextera's had his head tilted like he's waiting for a return answer. Guren sits up, rubbing at the back of his neck.]
I'm... [Fine, he almost says, but remembers how upset Dextera had gotten when that had clearly not been the case. He sighs.] Better.
[There, that's honest and still not worrying, he hopes. He is doing much better.] Thanks again.
[Dropping his hand away from his neck, he looks back down at Dextera by the side of the bed.] I appreciate it.
Ah, but he's been staring and Dextera's had his head tilted like he's waiting for a return answer. Guren sits up, rubbing at the back of his neck.]
I'm... [Fine, he almost says, but remembers how upset Dextera had gotten when that had clearly not been the case. He sighs.] Better.
[There, that's honest and still not worrying, he hopes. He is doing much better.] Thanks again.
[Dropping his hand away from his neck, he looks back down at Dextera by the side of the bed.] I appreciate it.
[ better is good. it tells him more than fine does, when fine has no objective measure and could easily be a lie. better is exactly what it sounds like—maybe not perfect, maybe not even well, but he's better than he was before.
dextera gently shakes his head, his necessary denial that he's doing guren any great favor. he decided he would stay the instant that he walked in and saw how worn down guren looked, and it turned out to be the right decision. later, when this all feels like a bad dream, they can talk about what he's working on, what his dreams are like... but for now, this is enough.
he finally pulls himself onto the shitty old mattress, sitting on the edge and holding out his hand to receive guren's. ]
dextera gently shakes his head, his necessary denial that he's doing guren any great favor. he decided he would stay the instant that he walked in and saw how worn down guren looked, and it turned out to be the right decision. later, when this all feels like a bad dream, they can talk about what he's working on, what his dreams are like... but for now, this is enough.
he finally pulls himself onto the shitty old mattress, sitting on the edge and holding out his hand to receive guren's. ]
[His body had desperately needed that rest. His sleepiness now is normal grogginess, and he stretches while Dextera gets up to join him. Just one good amount of sleep, even if it was late and it's still early, is enough to help a ton. Everyone has recovered, he reminds himself as he glances over at his laptop.
It's brief, and when Dextera holds out his hand, Guren automatically offers his own, looking to him.
Silence, again, from himself... but it's comfortable, and he's just waking up, anyway. They probably don't have to rush to breakfast until they hear the other two moving around out there.]
It's brief, and when Dextera holds out his hand, Guren automatically offers his own, looking to him.
Silence, again, from himself... but it's comfortable, and he's just waking up, anyway. They probably don't have to rush to breakfast until they hear the other two moving around out there.]
[ first things first, right?
G-O-O-D
M-O-R-N-I-N-G
a proper greeting, since he couldn’t really tell guren goodnight before. it may seem trivial, but telling people—having people to tell—these daily greetings is still a novelty for him, and he’s not close enough with his housemates to grab their hands and chat. ]
...
[ the next message is equally trivial, after a pause. they don’t have to rush to breakfast, and probably can’t, but the fact of the matter is...
H-U-N-G-R-Y
like a dog, or perhaps more like a cat, insisting to its owner to get fed exactly as promised. dextera might eat like a weirdo, but he does need to eat!! ]
G-O-O-D
M-O-R-N-I-N-G
a proper greeting, since he couldn’t really tell guren goodnight before. it may seem trivial, but telling people—having people to tell—these daily greetings is still a novelty for him, and he’s not close enough with his housemates to grab their hands and chat. ]
...
[ the next message is equally trivial, after a pause. they don’t have to rush to breakfast, and probably can’t, but the fact of the matter is...
H-U-N-G-R-Y
like a dog, or perhaps more like a cat, insisting to its owner to get fed exactly as promised. dextera might eat like a weirdo, but he does need to eat!! ]
Good morning.
[A simple reply, but when then next word is written out, Guren tries really hard to look exasperated, but he can't help but smile about it. Hungry... He promised him food, so he's already hungry? If he'd known that, he would have left him with something to snack on last night.
Gosh...]
You're too much. [He says it fondly, really, even if he wishes it sounded like it had a little more bite to it. This guy... Shifting off the bed, he moves his hand in Dextera's to grab it, instead, tugging him to follow.]
Yata will wake up soon and make you a real meal, but I can get you a snack. Come on. [He doesn't do the cooking... His hand slips away once Dextera is on his feet, and he'll guide him out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. Past all the hideous pink wallpaper and into the ugly green kitchen.
There's... a mysterious lack of chairs in this kitchen. Guren isn't even thinking about it, busy gathering the strawberries he'd managed to find and clean and set aside. There were a lot more berries before, but he handed so many out... These are probably more substantial, anyway.]
[A simple reply, but when then next word is written out, Guren tries really hard to look exasperated, but he can't help but smile about it. Hungry... He promised him food, so he's already hungry? If he'd known that, he would have left him with something to snack on last night.
Gosh...]
You're too much. [He says it fondly, really, even if he wishes it sounded like it had a little more bite to it. This guy... Shifting off the bed, he moves his hand in Dextera's to grab it, instead, tugging him to follow.]
Yata will wake up soon and make you a real meal, but I can get you a snack. Come on. [He doesn't do the cooking... His hand slips away once Dextera is on his feet, and he'll guide him out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. Past all the hideous pink wallpaper and into the ugly green kitchen.
There's... a mysterious lack of chairs in this kitchen. Guren isn't even thinking about it, busy gathering the strawberries he'd managed to find and clean and set aside. There were a lot more berries before, but he handed so many out... These are probably more substantial, anyway.]
[ yata... he hasn’t run into yata since they all first arrived in this town, especially since he rarely comes over to guren’s house in the first place. it sounds like he and guren get along though, if yata is willing to make breakfast. guren expects him to make breakfast, even! ]
...heh.
[ he laughs quietly at the hideous colors restored to guren’s home, features he hadn’t noticed the night before in his worry—his own house has been restored in pretty normal, complementary shades, and so it’s a little funny to him that guren’s house would be so thoroughly... ugly.
the aesthetic of it all aside, however, dextera hovers behind guren to watch him with the strawberries. they’re a pretty, appealing red color—almost like blood. ]
...heh.
[ he laughs quietly at the hideous colors restored to guren’s home, features he hadn’t noticed the night before in his worry—his own house has been restored in pretty normal, complementary shades, and so it’s a little funny to him that guren’s house would be so thoroughly... ugly.
the aesthetic of it all aside, however, dextera hovers behind guren to watch him with the strawberries. they’re a pretty, appealing red color—almost like blood. ]
[Yes... almost like blood.
The laugh got a glance from Guren, but it's a good thing it's quiet and doesn't persist. Really, he's already forgotten about the hideousness of his own house. Right now, he's already focused on these strawberries. He could just pick one out and pass it over, but that's not what he's doing.
He has a small knife, and he slices the top bit off of the strawberry, then, cuts it into smaller slices from there. He doesn't want Dextera eating the leaves, even if he could, because that's not the part that tastes good, and he might as well make it a little nicer.
Setting the knife down for a moment, he passes a slice of the first strawberry over.]
See if you like it.
The laugh got a glance from Guren, but it's a good thing it's quiet and doesn't persist. Really, he's already forgotten about the hideousness of his own house. Right now, he's already focused on these strawberries. He could just pick one out and pass it over, but that's not what he's doing.
He has a small knife, and he slices the top bit off of the strawberry, then, cuts it into smaller slices from there. He doesn't want Dextera eating the leaves, even if he could, because that's not the part that tastes good, and he might as well make it a little nicer.
Setting the knife down for a moment, he passes a slice of the first strawberry over.]
See if you like it.
[ it’s probably for the best, considering he was totally going to eat the leaves! there’s nothing he can’t get down, even if it tastes unpleasant—but guren takes such care with it that he assumes it would be bad for a normal person, and doesn’t protest. ]
...!
[ an awed reaction. he hasn’t eaten strawberries in his recent memory, and he’s also not entirely sure he’s ever had one before.
he licks the juice off his fingers like an animal, partially because he is hungry, but also because he likes it a lot. it’s sweet—but a little tart, as well? even if it’s the same red as fresh blood, it’s much more delicious. refreshing, on his tongue. ]
...!
[ an awed reaction. he hasn’t eaten strawberries in his recent memory, and he’s also not entirely sure he’s ever had one before.
he licks the juice off his fingers like an animal, partially because he is hungry, but also because he likes it a lot. it’s sweet—but a little tart, as well? even if it’s the same red as fresh blood, it’s much more delicious. refreshing, on his tongue. ]
...
[This is a little like puppy therapy. He's a lot less worried about all the ways he's failed everyone when Dextera is here licking his fingers after a single strawberry slice.]
Here. [He hands him the rest of the sliced strawberry on a small plate, and then turns back to cut a few more like that. Leaves and the white top to the side, sliced up, added to the plate.]
This is a little too light to be a full meal, but Yata will come up with something. This is so you don't starve before then. [A reminder, there will be more real food!] You like them, right?
[This is a little like puppy therapy. He's a lot less worried about all the ways he's failed everyone when Dextera is here licking his fingers after a single strawberry slice.]
Here. [He hands him the rest of the sliced strawberry on a small plate, and then turns back to cut a few more like that. Leaves and the white top to the side, sliced up, added to the plate.]
This is a little too light to be a full meal, but Yata will come up with something. This is so you don't starve before then. [A reminder, there will be more real food!] You like them, right?
[ it’s more than he’s gotten before when he was starving and scrounging for flesh or hearts, so the excitingly fresh taste of a strawberry compared to burnt or rotten meat is enough to satisfy him for now.
he’s been in this town for a while, but old habits die hard.
as guren cuts up the strawberry slices, he eats them, quietly grateful—and a little more graceful, too, now that he’s not being totally floored by the new flavor. he still licks his fingers, though, and looks up at guren like he’s just given him the greatest gift in the world. he nods.
he never expected food could be so important to him. ]
he’s been in this town for a while, but old habits die hard.
as guren cuts up the strawberry slices, he eats them, quietly grateful—and a little more graceful, too, now that he’s not being totally floored by the new flavor. he still licks his fingers, though, and looks up at guren like he’s just given him the greatest gift in the world. he nods.
he never expected food could be so important to him. ]
[He's going to keep a mental list of food that Dextera ends up liking to encourage this. Strawberries? Easy. Maybe he'll even bag up a few and send him home with them later.
For now, he gives him one last one that he thinks will be enough for a snack, and then wraps things up. Honestly, he ends up licking his own fingers after the knife is put away, too. It's good? He can't let any of it go to waste, or get his hand sticky.]
Haha. Good. [To that look, and Guren lets him keep working on those strawberries as he moves across the kitchen. There's a fireplace in here, and Guren crouches to get a fire started. It's not a bad thing to have at all, in a place like this, especially in these colder months. Whatever... month it is, in this grey town. It's definitely a "colder month."]
This can warm things up, too. [They, still have no chairs in here, but Guren decides to just sit right on the floor, sighing a little as he does. It's... nice. It's a nice warmth, and he never really sat in front of it before.]
For now, he gives him one last one that he thinks will be enough for a snack, and then wraps things up. Honestly, he ends up licking his own fingers after the knife is put away, too. It's good? He can't let any of it go to waste, or get his hand sticky.]
Haha. Good. [To that look, and Guren lets him keep working on those strawberries as he moves across the kitchen. There's a fireplace in here, and Guren crouches to get a fire started. It's not a bad thing to have at all, in a place like this, especially in these colder months. Whatever... month it is, in this grey town. It's definitely a "colder month."]
This can warm things up, too. [They, still have no chairs in here, but Guren decides to just sit right on the floor, sighing a little as he does. It's... nice. It's a nice warmth, and he never really sat in front of it before.]
...!
[ despite being tired himself, dextera is so overwhelmed by the novelty of strawberries and a fireplace that he seems excited, a little childlike, as he hurries over to investigate what guren is doing. they don’t have a fireplace in their house in bluo!
he recognizes it as such, but he’s pretty sure he’s never actually experienced one. it’s so... rustic!
dextera crouches by the fire, a little closer than is necessary. he knows better than to touch, since he’s gotten burned to death a few times in his stupid several lives, but seeing it contained like this makes it seem safe, and pleasant, and just so nice.
he draws his knees up to his chest. ]
[ despite being tired himself, dextera is so overwhelmed by the novelty of strawberries and a fireplace that he seems excited, a little childlike, as he hurries over to investigate what guren is doing. they don’t have a fireplace in their house in bluo!
he recognizes it as such, but he’s pretty sure he’s never actually experienced one. it’s so... rustic!
dextera crouches by the fire, a little closer than is necessary. he knows better than to touch, since he’s gotten burned to death a few times in his stupid several lives, but seeing it contained like this makes it seem safe, and pleasant, and just so nice.
he draws his knees up to his chest. ]
[ Guren turns to watch Dextera as he rushes over in his excitement. Right, Bluo is all boat houses and places on the water— he doesn’t think he’s seen any of them have a fireplace. Flavo, either. It’s more of a Ruga thing, it seems. That makes sense, he supposes; the houses here seem the more likely types for a fireplace. ]
...It’s nice to just sit back and watch, sometimes. [ He likes looking at fire, or sitting here to stay warm. ] I was right about your place turning out real blue, but I guess there are a few things okay with this one, too.
...It’s nice to just sit back and watch, sometimes. [ He likes looking at fire, or sitting here to stay warm. ] I was right about your place turning out real blue, but I guess there are a few things okay with this one, too.
[ dextera thinks he should come visit more often. he's gotten used to bluo's little quirks, and he likes to watch the water even though it's still as the grave, but ruga has a feeling all its own that he's not at all used to. the red brick is welcoming, cozy, not like the oppressive sky blazing overhead in the outer world. so he nods. there are definitely a few things okay with this one.
he scoots back a little, closer to guren, once the fire gets too hot to sit so near to, but he still seems content to watch the movement. instead of asking for guren's hand, he taps the floor to get guren's attention, and writes his thoughts out there.
W-A-R-M
he's almost jealous of how pleasant this is. ]
he scoots back a little, closer to guren, once the fire gets too hot to sit so near to, but he still seems content to watch the movement. instead of asking for guren's hand, he taps the floor to get guren's attention, and writes his thoughts out there.
W-A-R-M
he's almost jealous of how pleasant this is. ]
[ He’s getting homesick all over again, doing all of this. Maybe it was his sleep, or all of the lack of sleep before that. He’s surrounded by people who care, and he’s grateful for it, but there are specific people he’s worried about, that he’s missing. His eyes move from the fire to that written word. ]
Yeah, it’s warm. Nice, right? [ He’s growing a little quiet again, now that the excitement about strawberries has died down and he can focus on the more relaxed mood trying to set it. A fireplace. He does feel lucky for that. ]
We can play chess in front of it some time.
Yeah, it’s warm. Nice, right? [ He’s growing a little quiet again, now that the excitement about strawberries has died down and he can focus on the more relaxed mood trying to set it. A fireplace. He does feel lucky for that. ]
We can play chess in front of it some time.
...hm.
[ it's such a small, idle comment to make—but it feels like proof, somehow, that they've come an incredibly long way in such a short time. dextera never once doubted that guren cared, but it's nice to have an affirmation of their friendship like this. they have memories together. things they like to do. it feels normal, and precious because of it.
he doesn't go as far as to lean on guren, but he leans closer, letting his weight rest on the hand between them. he doesn't say anything, not with his mouth or with his fingers, but the subtle way he shifts is answer enough. he wants to play chess here. he wants to be around guren, for as long as guren will let it happen.
he nods, looking at guren out of the corner of his eye before he returns his attention to the fire. ]
[ it's such a small, idle comment to make—but it feels like proof, somehow, that they've come an incredibly long way in such a short time. dextera never once doubted that guren cared, but it's nice to have an affirmation of their friendship like this. they have memories together. things they like to do. it feels normal, and precious because of it.
he doesn't go as far as to lean on guren, but he leans closer, letting his weight rest on the hand between them. he doesn't say anything, not with his mouth or with his fingers, but the subtle way he shifts is answer enough. he wants to play chess here. he wants to be around guren, for as long as guren will let it happen.
he nods, looking at guren out of the corner of his eye before he returns his attention to the fire. ]
[ He’s not so blind that he can ignore the way Dextera moves closer like that. He gets it, right away, and it pulls him out of his slump again, even if just barely. That’s what friends are for, huh... Shinya had always said things like that. It’s not fair, and his eyes sting a little, but rubbing at them with his fingers helps immediately.
He stares at the fire so Dextera can’t get a direct look at his embarrassing smile that he can’t get off his face, right now, but he shifts so that his own hand rests somewhere to the side too, and he can lean a little closer. Just a little.
He hopes Dextera will stay out of that forest for a while. He really had been worried he wouldn’t be able to do anything to fix him, and that had come true, in a way. For now, they should just relax and enjoy simple things like this fireplace, and Guren can worry about working later today. ]
He stares at the fire so Dextera can’t get a direct look at his embarrassing smile that he can’t get off his face, right now, but he shifts so that his own hand rests somewhere to the side too, and he can lean a little closer. Just a little.
He hopes Dextera will stay out of that forest for a while. He really had been worried he wouldn’t be able to do anything to fix him, and that had come true, in a way. For now, they should just relax and enjoy simple things like this fireplace, and Guren can worry about working later today. ]
[ dextera is definitely going to stay out of the forest for a while now. even going in groups didn't seem to help them—no one was isolated completely by themselves, but that doesn't mean pairs couldn't be split up, or people split in half by the creatures that lurk in the forest. he knows now, in retrospect, that they were quite lucky to only face those vicious harpies on the quest.
in the warm, comfortable silence, inevitably his eyes start to close—guren is lucky that dextera is too sleepy to look at him directly, or else he would have totally noticed that guren was near tears for a second there. his head droops, his strength faltering in his arm, but his stomach growls and reminds him that he's hungry before he totally crashes in front of guren's fireplace. ]
...
[ he rubs his eye and laughs quietly, adjusting his position before he falls over. he should have slept... but he's glad he stayed awake to keep watch over guren, and it feels nice to be just a regular sleepy instead of just collapsing from exhaustion.
he's falling apart!! but at least he's happy about it, a nice turnaround from the night before. ]
in the warm, comfortable silence, inevitably his eyes start to close—guren is lucky that dextera is too sleepy to look at him directly, or else he would have totally noticed that guren was near tears for a second there. his head droops, his strength faltering in his arm, but his stomach growls and reminds him that he's hungry before he totally crashes in front of guren's fireplace. ]
...
[ he rubs his eye and laughs quietly, adjusting his position before he falls over. he should have slept... but he's glad he stayed awake to keep watch over guren, and it feels nice to be just a regular sleepy instead of just collapsing from exhaustion.
he's falling apart!! but at least he's happy about it, a nice turnaround from the night before. ]
[Ah, look at him go. When Guren first notices he's dozing off, he turns to watch him more directly, and honestly he's readying himself to catch him by the shoulder if he does. Instead, it seems like Dextera is just fine at startling himself, accidentally, and... god, he's a mess. He came over here to lecture him, but he's sitting here, tired and hungry?
Scooting himself over after Dextera's laugh, he reaches with one arm to pull him into the other shoulder, a forceful instruction to just lean against him before he cracks his head open on a brick or hard floor or something.]
Sheesh. I told you to get some sleep, moron. [Now look at how sleepy he is!! All because he watched him all night!! He won't have it.] Just close your eyes and wait. It'll be maybe ten or twenty minutes.
[He Knows their schedules. Anyway, these are some firm instructions to doze off where it's safe!!]
Scooting himself over after Dextera's laugh, he reaches with one arm to pull him into the other shoulder, a forceful instruction to just lean against him before he cracks his head open on a brick or hard floor or something.]
Sheesh. I told you to get some sleep, moron. [Now look at how sleepy he is!! All because he watched him all night!! He won't have it.] Just close your eyes and wait. It'll be maybe ten or twenty minutes.
[He Knows their schedules. Anyway, these are some firm instructions to doze off where it's safe!!]
[ ...dextera thinks he might have to. guren is awake now, and he got a good night of sleep, so there's no real need for dextera to force himself to keep his eyes open. he'll nap, and then he'll eat breakfast, and then he'll go home and miss the fireplace that he's just learned to be jealous of guren for having.
it'll be fine, though. guren has pulled him close, and now he's extra warm, so it would be very much impossible for him to do anything but sleep.
so he lets his head rest on guren's shoulder, adjusting his position so his legs are tucked under him, now, and he closes his eyes. it hardly takes a minute before his breathing evens out, and he will manage to get a little bit of sleep before proceeding with the rest of his day. (which, honestly, will probably just be more sleeping.) ]
it'll be fine, though. guren has pulled him close, and now he's extra warm, so it would be very much impossible for him to do anything but sleep.
so he lets his head rest on guren's shoulder, adjusting his position so his legs are tucked under him, now, and he closes his eyes. it hardly takes a minute before his breathing evens out, and he will manage to get a little bit of sleep before proceeding with the rest of his day. (which, honestly, will probably just be more sleeping.) ]
[A very aesthetic blood orange, thank you.]
Good.
[Emma lets out a small sigh now that he admits it with his real words. She isn't as stressed as he is, obviously, but she can empathize with how this place can get under someone's skin. It's all the little set backs and unknown horrors. She hasn't been the best at managing her own feelings either, truth be told.
It's a lot. And Guren has been trying to tackle it all for everyone.]
I can promise you I'm not a demon, at the least. [ha..ha...] Even if it really is a demon's power I'm going to make as much use of it as possible to help everyone here. So please rely on me a little bit more, okay?
[Says the literally 11 year old. She is dreadfully earnest though.]
Good.
[Emma lets out a small sigh now that he admits it with his real words. She isn't as stressed as he is, obviously, but she can empathize with how this place can get under someone's skin. It's all the little set backs and unknown horrors. She hasn't been the best at managing her own feelings either, truth be told.
It's a lot. And Guren has been trying to tackle it all for everyone.]
I can promise you I'm not a demon, at the least. [ha..ha...] Even if it really is a demon's power I'm going to make as much use of it as possible to help everyone here. So please rely on me a little bit more, okay?
[Says the literally 11 year old. She is dreadfully earnest though.]
A demon's power isn't like that.
[He says it back soon enough. Whatever this gift is... it could be fine, but not knowing it makes Guren more paranoid. Still... It helped him a lot. And now he's left staring at her earnest face like he's both exasperated and grateful, not sure which one should win over in the battle of expression.
He decides to ruffle her hair. With extra oomph.]
I can't. You're so tiny, you'll get crushed by my weight when I try to lean on you. [He's joking...!! That's an improvement!]
[He says it back soon enough. Whatever this gift is... it could be fine, but not knowing it makes Guren more paranoid. Still... It helped him a lot. And now he's left staring at her earnest face like he's both exasperated and grateful, not sure which one should win over in the battle of expression.
He decides to ruffle her hair. With extra oomph.]
I can't. You're so tiny, you'll get crushed by my weight when I try to lean on you. [He's joking...!! That's an improvement!]
[A nervous little laugh as he continues cleaning, trying to cover as much area as he can to pacify the angry furniture.] Well... you caught me.
[Wait a second. Izuku pauses in his movements and then swings his head back to look at Guren.] Were you worried about me?
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