(simplicity can be a blessing, to see someone light up as if given a treat of their own. something that they never had in their hands before, while the knave would quietly watch on. furina seems pleased with herself, that is something of a difference.
that may, however, do little for the thoughts and doubts within the other woman. she doesn't bring it up, arlecchino won't for the time being unless it became more evident her presence was doing little. she had one that can control a room, garner attention by captivating them in a mystery which frightens or entices. sometimes, both would apply to those brave enough to face her themselves.
furina's home, then. that is their next destination, while the knave idly wonders to herself if she still should be doing this. perhaps she could choose to avoid gifts again. take her time alone and carry on, there's nothing to suggest this would be a wonderful idea. that surely, arlecchino is risking more by staying whenever she knows that she is in some ways an ill omen.
for that reason, she'll go along with her request. a question is on the tip of her tongue when furina brings up the need to pick up something. mainly about what it was, until arlecchino remembers she did just deliver a new set of things for the other woman to take home.
right, the gifts are what she meant.
while she waits, for the moment, that familiar pang exists. one which she would ignore for her own good. there can be a lot that might go wrong, but there is little to stop her from trying if furina wants that. whilst waiting on her return, the knave goes over in her head if she does refrain from stopping....would it be easier to deliver things to her doorstep? she likely could. that does provide a bit more of a relaxed atmosphere to take that approach.
she'll figure out this later when furina returns, straightening out from her lean against the wall. arms uncrossing and attention (as frightening as her eyes are) back on furina. those unnatural pupils of hers almost glow again at the sight of her.)
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that may, however, do little for the thoughts and doubts within the other woman. she doesn't bring it up, arlecchino won't for the time being unless it became more evident her presence was doing little. she had one that can control a room, garner attention by captivating them in a mystery which frightens or entices. sometimes, both would apply to those brave enough to face her themselves.
furina's home, then. that is their next destination, while the knave idly wonders to herself if she still should be doing this. perhaps she could choose to avoid gifts again. take her time alone and carry on, there's nothing to suggest this would be a wonderful idea. that surely, arlecchino is risking more by staying whenever she knows that she is in some ways an ill omen.
for that reason, she'll go along with her request. a question is on the tip of her tongue when furina brings up the need to pick up something. mainly about what it was, until arlecchino remembers she did just deliver a new set of things for the other woman to take home.
right, the gifts are what she meant.
while she waits, for the moment, that familiar pang exists. one which she would ignore for her own good. there can be a lot that might go wrong, but there is little to stop her from trying if furina wants that. whilst waiting on her return, the knave goes over in her head if she does refrain from stopping....would it be easier to deliver things to her doorstep? she likely could. that does provide a bit more of a relaxed atmosphere to take that approach.
she'll figure out this later when furina returns, straightening out from her lean against the wall. arms uncrossing and attention (as frightening as her eyes are) back on furina. those unnatural pupils of hers almost glow again at the sight of her.)
Lead the way then, Miss Furina.