[let's pretend this is after they met each other & became furendos?] Jeanne gently wrapped her arms around Hope as if she was afraid to break him if she will hug him a bit tighter. She specially hugged him from behind just so he will not see her face. Jeanne just wanted to give some love & warmth to this young man. "You are warm~" The saint stated with a bright smile on her face.
HE STUMBLES SLIGHTLY in surprise, before craning his neck to peer back at the woman, tense muscles relaxing as he SIGHS with a shake of his head. ❛ Warn me next time, ❜ a complaint falls like lead, but one hand overlaps her own. He stubbornly looks ahead, as though pretending she ceases to cling to him; one day, he may accept AFFECTION as a gift, ( or perhaps an inevitability, ) but not today.
