; 六幻— He should have expected it, but he still pouts. However, he could at least be satisfied in knowing he’d gotten her attention. Even if it wasn’t in the most flattering of ways. “… Ouch.”
“Oops.” Maybe she would have said sorry, if she actually had been. That stupid sword had to learn when he was pushing limits. “Well now that you have my attention, what exactly did you want?”
; 六幻— Since she is going to continue to be stubborn, he has is no other choice. He leans in and presses his lips to her cheek, hoping that’d get a reaction.
And maybe the slap directed at his face is more out of reflex than anything.
; 六幻— Okay, new tactic. He’s going to start tugging on her hair until she acknowledges him.
Pretend like he’s not there. Just keep pretending.
; 六幻— He’s just going to start playing with her hair, maybe even braid it.
Maybe if she pretends he isn’t there, he’ll go away.
Nothing deleted. Everything answered.
“I’m so tired why am I even alive?”
[/yes, she’s complaining to herself as she gets ready for bed.]