⠀ no, he refuses to be in his bird form. ⠀

⠀ watches so that she doesn't fall. ⠀

⠀ well, she is small. she has horns. if she falls on her head, it would not bode well. ⠀

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 笹百合 . 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀ ah, there we go. a self admission. pay up, chiyo. pay him with a donburi. ⠀

this is pain, one dies of or kills. kill it and one kills oneself.

how can a man be almost dead﹖

⠀ his head—! "....chiyo." ⠀

⠀ why she——! ".......chiyo." ⠀

⠀ exercise patience. patience.... "....what on earth is the purpose of all that?" he asks pointedly, as he literally cranes his neck downwards to look at her. ⠀

⠀ he did not forget. with each one missed, he did plan to make it up to torachiyo, as he merely stares at her blankly, handing over....a meal ticket that he has procured from the esteemed uyuu restaurant. "hn. here. i got this for us." ⠀

⠀ she does have an impeccable sense of timing regarding public displays of affection; as if on cue, he opens his arms for her to be embraced, holding her as she looks at the ticket. all the best dishes, right there. "i had to. i wish to discuss something." ⠀

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ * 笹百合 . 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈 . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀ offers @sinnedoni a towel and some shaved ice with cherry flavored syrup. it's getting hotter and hotter, and he himself is shirtless to combat the heat. ⠀

⠀ he was meditating. nevertheless, he drops it just for her, keeping her on his lap. ⠀

⠀ darkened wings, muted splendor; the 𝐃𝐀𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔 has arrived. #theteyvatball ⠀

⠀ "a ball?" he dreads them. they talk about everything and nothing, and the worst part is that when they dance, they step on each other's feet. are not feasts better? but he sees that she wishes to go; the interest is there. "have you chosen a gown, torachiyo?" ⠀