[ That smile is oh-so-sweet, and Reiju is torn between dearly wanting to believe it -- wanting to believe that someone can smile at her like that, like no one has done for so very long -- and being thoroughly on her guard. This is Pudding, after all, and she hasn't forgotten the bullet wound in her leg, right through her supposedly impervious skin. ]
[ But. A parley. A peace conference. Wanting something different. ]
[ To do it for you. Her eyes widen slightly -- noticeably -- at hearing that. It's so far from anything she expected out of Pudding, and she's off-balance and out of her depth here already. Pudding's comment about starting new, about having friends here -- but the battle they only just finished, the plot that this slim teenager was the linchpin for -- there's so much to think about. So much to weigh. ]
[ And yet. And yet. ]
[ She remains calm. ]
A feast after a famine, hm? It certainly seems fitting to celebrate. And I couldn't ask for a warmer welcome.
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[ But. A parley. A peace conference. Wanting something different. ]
[ To do it for you. Her eyes widen slightly -- noticeably -- at hearing that. It's so far from anything she expected out of Pudding, and she's off-balance and out of her depth here already. Pudding's comment about starting new, about having friends here -- but the battle they only just finished, the plot that this slim teenager was the linchpin for -- there's so much to think about. So much to weigh. ]
[ And yet. And yet. ]
[ She remains calm. ]
A feast after a famine, hm? It certainly seems fitting to celebrate. And I couldn't ask for a warmer welcome.
[ Unlike last time. ]