[ Her smile softens and broadens both as he links their arms together once more, and with that done she falls into step alongside him, listening with curious ears to his words. Her brows lift in surprise when he does speak, and with the motion comes a feeling almost bittersweet, a realization that she knows less about him than she would have previously assumed—
(but isn't that how it is supposed to be? He is her general, after all, and she his priestess; they are comrades, she is his leader, they are not friends in the way she might otherwise like to imagine they could be)
—and, after that, another fresh wave of guilt for allowing his duty to potentially keep him away from someone with whom he might like to spend time. After all, while Gorou's own assumption, based on his words, seems to be that the woman in question doesn't share his interest, she does not see how that is possible— how anyone could miss those things that make him as special as he is.
(Yet another irony lost on her.)
She shakes that thought off, though— there's no point in trying to force him to take time off to spend with this mystery lady, especially not right now— and nods instead at the idea of both the taiyaki and the other games, a contented smile on her lips. Perhaps later she'll ask him more about it, if she can find a way. It might not be her place, but she wants to see him happy his personal life too, if it's possible. And as he is a citizen of Watatsumi Island, is it not in some way her responsibility?
So lost is she in her thoughts that she doesn't really notice the way he stumbles over the words when he offers to win her a prize— nor does she consider that such acts are usually offered on dates. ]
Taiyaki sounds lovely. It has been quite a while since I've had the opportunity to taste it. And of course I would be disappointed if I did not have the chance to see your perfect aim in action with these games!
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(but isn't that how it is supposed to be? He is her general, after all, and she his priestess; they are comrades, she is his leader, they are not friends in the way she might otherwise like to imagine they could be)
—and, after that, another fresh wave of guilt for allowing his duty to potentially keep him away from someone with whom he might like to spend time. After all, while Gorou's own assumption, based on his words, seems to be that the woman in question doesn't share his interest, she does not see how that is possible— how anyone could miss those things that make him as special as he is.
(Yet another irony lost on her.)
She shakes that thought off, though— there's no point in trying to force him to take time off to spend with this mystery lady, especially not right now— and nods instead at the idea of both the taiyaki and the other games, a contented smile on her lips. Perhaps later she'll ask him more about it, if she can find a way. It might not be her place, but she wants to see him happy his personal life too, if it's possible. And as he is a citizen of Watatsumi Island, is it not in some way her responsibility?
So lost is she in her thoughts that she doesn't really notice the way he stumbles over the words when he offers to win her a prize— nor does she consider that such acts are usually offered on dates. ]
Taiyaki sounds lovely. It has been quite a while since I've had the opportunity to taste it. And of course I would be disappointed if I did not have the chance to see your perfect aim in action with these games!