Huh-- these? They're from home, I had them when I showed up here.
[Marshmallow trails after her as she moves closer to Chuuya, flopping down nearby to observe now that he's not getting attention; Chuuya, meanwhile, is watching her closely, because he has zero clue why they match? What the fuck.]
no subject
[Marshmallow trails after her as she moves closer to Chuuya, flopping down nearby to observe now that he's not getting attention; Chuuya, meanwhile, is watching her closely, because he has zero clue why they match? What the fuck.]
They were a gift from someone.