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♕ | The idea of Hiyori dressed up in a Santa-styled dress had come across the god’s mind. Perhaps he can sew a special Christmas dress for her? He just stares back at her. Also, the sweetly decorated gingerbread houses look too good to eat. But how would one sneak a bite without the other noticing…?
She’s putting the finishing touches on her gingerbread house when she notices him staring. A small blink, setting the gumdrop in her hand alongside the wall of the house, before quirking a brow at him. Hands brush together to remove the crumbs and sugar from her hands, before moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Why’re you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?”
Is she absentmindedly practicing degages where she stands? Maybe just a bit.