[His days have faired worse and worse recently. Being neither god nor shinki, she can hardly lend him a hand. The best she can manage is tucking him into their bed to rest, making him up a tray of tea and some food, and removing his glasses when he falls asleep talking.
With practiced ease, she slips her page marker, a bit of blue ribbon, in between the leaves of her book and closes the cover, setting it aside. Freed of her literary pursuits, she can take the bouquet with both hands and a grateful smile.]
That's so sweet. Thank you! I wonder what they are—?
[Not even her mother's interest in flowers bleeding down to her could tell her what these yellow flowers were. But Youko gladly accepts them, getting ready to get up and put them in water when Kazuma buries his face against her neck, and she's forced to sit still. She has to shuffle her hold on things to reach up and run her fingers through his hair.
It should be an act of comfort, but the way his voice drops —]
I took a bath already. I used your soap because mine is almost out, sorry. [She can feel her face turning a familiar shade.] You don't have the energy for that, do you?
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[His days have faired worse and worse recently. Being neither god nor shinki, she can hardly lend him a hand. The best she can manage is tucking him into their bed to rest, making him up a tray of tea and some food, and removing his glasses when he falls asleep talking.
With practiced ease, she slips her page marker, a bit of blue ribbon, in between the leaves of her book and closes the cover, setting it aside. Freed of her literary pursuits, she can take the bouquet with both hands and a grateful smile.]
That's so sweet. Thank you! I wonder what they are—?
[Not even her mother's interest in flowers bleeding down to her could tell her what these yellow flowers were. But Youko gladly accepts them, getting ready to get up and put them in water when Kazuma buries his face against her neck, and she's forced to sit still. She has to shuffle her hold on things to reach up and run her fingers through his hair.
It should be an act of comfort, but the way his voice drops —]
I took a bath already. I used your soap because mine is almost out, sorry. [She can feel her face turning a familiar shade.] You don't have the energy for that, do you?