I would hate it, if I did something unforgivable like that.
[Reimi-chan. She can feel a touch of a blush heat her cheeks at the sound of her name; he always does that when he's trying to get a reaction out of her, and it always works, and this is no exception. It's always when he's teasing but not quite, trying to set her off-balance like she always manages to knock him off-balance in return.
A sliver of her lower lip catches behind her teeth; shifting closer, she tucks her head underneath his chin to try to get him to hold her more closely.]
Because you'd be mad at me. I hate it when you're mad at me, it's the worst.
[Not that he ever has been, really. But Rohan getting angry with her would feel like a severing of the tether that ties her to her own identity, and she knows what little progress she's made toward carving one out for herself wouldn't hold up on its own if she were to lose Rohan, now. She won't, she knows that, but it's still a sobering thought.]
Oh? You're keeping track of the people who'd be upset, now?
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[Reimi-chan. She can feel a touch of a blush heat her cheeks at the sound of her name; he always does that when he's trying to get a reaction out of her, and it always works, and this is no exception. It's always when he's teasing but not quite, trying to set her off-balance like she always manages to knock him off-balance in return.
A sliver of her lower lip catches behind her teeth; shifting closer, she tucks her head underneath his chin to try to get him to hold her more closely.]
Because you'd be mad at me. I hate it when you're mad at me, it's the worst.
[Not that he ever has been, really. But Rohan getting angry with her would feel like a severing of the tether that ties her to her own identity, and she knows what little progress she's made toward carving one out for herself wouldn't hold up on its own if she were to lose Rohan, now. She won't, she knows that, but it's still a sobering thought.]
Oh? You're keeping track of the people who'd be upset, now?