[ She would have, but she's made up her mind. She'll return the handkerchief the next chance she gets.
Now, she looks curiously at the wrapped item. Saxon and Breton and Hikaru..?
She takes it and unwraps it carefully; it reveals a mask in a red so deep it was almost black, carved with a sinister grin that showed off sharp canines. She touches it gently, fondly, tracing the curves and edges.
She smiles, small and shy, and hugs the mask to her chest. She still can't quite look Hikaru in the eye, but--]
[And it's nice, watching her do that, seeing how it matters that much to her, how he, Saxon and Breton might have just managed to salvage the evening.]
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Now, she looks curiously at the wrapped item. Saxon and Breton and Hikaru..?
She takes it and unwraps it carefully; it reveals a mask in a red so deep it was almost black, carved with a sinister grin that showed off sharp canines. She touches it gently, fondly, tracing the curves and edges.
She smiles, small and shy, and hugs the mask to her chest. She still can't quite look Hikaru in the eye, but--]
Thank you.
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So I guess you like it, then?
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[ She's still holding the mask to her, feeling much... lighter than ten minutes ago.
Tonight was... emotionally overwhelming. ]
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[And leaning in, touching one of her shoulders, kissing her cheek.]
Welcome to Zangyaku, sister. I think we'll have a good run together.