@tospititontheon - because sometimes, simple dash commentary just doesn’t do it justice.
Click. The final snap of a latch firm and tight in its place, hooked to fabric in the same tone of flesh as a boy she knew. The same tone as a kid she suspected that wasn’t taking care of himself.
As if this was a shock.
The noah turned seamstress couldn’t help but hum with satisfaction as she slipped her finger underneath the binder’s fabric to test its give. Tight, but plenty of space to breathe. Her little project was complete - a memory of a time long past snatched and used to make an item so simple - so helpful. At least, that was the hope. She just needed a certain test subject to try it out.
It was child’s play to get into where she needed to be.
She didn’t bother waiting. Shoving open her door dreamer stepped between the worlds, shoving open a door anew to enter a certain bedroom. An exorcist’s bedroom. Allen’s room.
No sooner did she catch his eye than the garment in her hands were thrown - aimed right between his eyes to distract as she she settled her back amongst the paraphernalia that lined his bedroom wall. Violet hues trained on him - a glimmer of mirth sparking in her visage as she crooned.
“ Before you do anything, why don’t you take a look at the gift I brought you ~ ? ”
“ After all, wouldn’t you rather break a rib from an akuma rather than from a few bandages ~ ? ”
