Fukawa shuts up at once. Though she does flinch, she remains still enough for the spectacles to slide back into place. Her glasses don't magnify her eyes, thank god, but her eyes still turn owlish behind the lenses.]
N-no! No, I'm sorry! [Look, if this were nearly any other man she'd have clawed his face off. She lives in fear of many things, and one of them being the wicked ways of men, but her familiarity with the curses, the damned mistletoe (was that in the tart?) and his being really, ridiculously good-looking make all the difference.]
Th-that you had to defile yourself for my sake, I'm...I'm s-so sorry. [And here, her cheeks begin to burn. She whips her head the other way, clutching her cheeks. The heft of the matter is coming to her in full now, and her head has gone spinning.] To th-think that you would waste one of your precious kisses on someone as vile as me...I c-can only be...eternally grateful...
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Fukawa shuts up at once. Though she does flinch, she remains still enough for the spectacles to slide back into place. Her glasses don't magnify her eyes, thank god, but her eyes still turn owlish behind the lenses.]
N-no! No, I'm sorry! [Look, if this were nearly any other man she'd have clawed his face off. She lives in fear of many things, and one of them being the wicked ways of men, but her familiarity with the curses, the damned mistletoe (was that in the tart?) and his being really, ridiculously good-looking make all the difference.]
Th-that you had to defile yourself for my sake, I'm...I'm s-so sorry. [And here, her cheeks begin to burn. She whips her head the other way, clutching her cheeks. The heft of the matter is coming to her in full now, and her head has gone spinning.] To th-think that you would waste one of your precious kisses on someone as vile as me...I c-can only be...eternally grateful...
[definitely gonna be super normal about this]