[ Ai thinks she's been pretty composed through all this. There was that embarrassing little blip last night, sure, but considering all the feelings it'd clawed out of her brain, she's pretty proud of herself for not having a complete meltdown. But it also means all that pent up tension is still coiled up in her heart with no release.
And what that means is that when he plonks right down on her head, she jumps so violently that her feet actually leave the floor and she has to clap both hands over her mouth to stop a scream from bleeding out. For a split second, she's certain that she's being attacked again while Oberon's not here to help - and it's only when he tumbles forward off her head and she instinctively reaches to catch him that she realizes what's actually happened. ]
Wh... hold on, are you really...?
[ Nope, there he goes. Honk shoo, right in her hands.
Ai stares down at him for a moment, entirely unsure of what to do. Then a thin noise bubbles up from her throat that doesn't quite become a laugh. Now who's the handful?
But that's fine. He's the one who's been cleaning up after her mess today. So, stubbornly avoiding any sidelong looks from passersby, she sets out for home, carrying him carefully in her hands.
She tells herself she doesn't feel that lingering disappointment in her chest even a little. ]
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And what that means is that when he plonks right down on her head, she jumps so violently that her feet actually leave the floor and she has to clap both hands over her mouth to stop a scream from bleeding out. For a split second, she's certain that she's being attacked again while Oberon's not here to help - and it's only when he tumbles forward off her head and she instinctively reaches to catch him that she realizes what's actually happened. ]
Wh... hold on, are you really...?
[ Nope, there he goes. Honk shoo, right in her hands.
Ai stares down at him for a moment, entirely unsure of what to do. Then a thin noise bubbles up from her throat that doesn't quite become a laugh. Now who's the handful?
But that's fine. He's the one who's been cleaning up after her mess today. So, stubbornly avoiding any sidelong looks from passersby, she sets out for home, carrying him carefully in her hands.
She tells herself she doesn't feel that lingering disappointment in her chest even a little. ]