[ Setsura may very well have started to lift her head for a quiet swell of pride with that first question because of course. She would've asked him if he'd heard the word if that shortening of her name hadn't registered alongside that generous attachment. She stops where she stands, allowing that tease to pass as she turns violet eyes on him. ]
What did you call me?
[ She trusts her ears. Sharpens them against the din of the shop in listening for his response now. She knows the meaning. What she's not sure of is the grip that "Setsu-nee" has on her heart, how it seems to want to turn into something else, like a hug. ]
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What did you call me?
[ She trusts her ears. Sharpens them against the din of the shop in listening for his response now. She knows the meaning. What she's not sure of is the grip that "Setsu-nee" has on her heart, how it seems to want to turn into something else, like a hug. ]