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[darkdisgrace]

[She is talking quickly, and while Chuuya would never claim to be the king of social graces, he knew nervousness when he heard it. His smile grows a little more as he leans in to press a light, quick kiss to her lips to halt the flow of words so he can get a few of his own in.]

I love it. I think it would look quite nice on my hat, don't you? [He thinks that was her intention, actually.] I've always thought your feathers were beautiful.

[He reaches up with his free hand, thumb brushing against one of those feathers in Setsura's hair fondly.] Thank you.

[Those two words carry a weight of emotion behind them, and it's not just the act of being given a gift itself that he's thanking her for, either. It's the thought put into it, it's the fact that she cares this much to give him something so intimate, so personal. It's the consideration for his wellbeing.

It's care in a physical object, and he treasures it and her all the more for it.]

[chichichi]

[ She doesn't quite realize the tension that melts from her bodily as he speaks. That she's been holding her breath, how she lights up, the heat from cheeks tinged pink well before his thumb brushes her feather with such emotion and pink blossoms into a fine shade of red. She hadn't imagined this and that "thank you," she... can't quite hear over heart thundering in her ears.

She certainly doesn't realize the red that seems to shoot from his fingertips through the feather he's touching and create a distinct highlight in her tresses, settling in the same red as his hair.

Her words? She finds them, glancing down to her satchel rather than moving and breaking that contact. ]

Don't thank me just yet. I have something else for you.