[ Nanako sniffles, rubbing a fist at her eyes as she tries to stop the tears and wipe away the last remnants of them.
Then she opens her eyes and sees the beautiful bow Homura turned into and her expression turns awed as she reaches out to brush careful fingertips over the curve of it. ]
Oh, Homura, you're so pretty! [ She was pretty anyway, of course, but this was one of the neatest things Nanako has ever seen!
She glances up at Souji uncertainly at his urging, hearing Homura's voice from... somewhere. ]
Now? In here? Can I? [ She glances back to the bow that she knows is Homura and reaches out to wrap fingers around her, finding the boy surprisingly light in her grip. it feels... right? ] I don't know how, but...
[ But somehow, at the same time, she felt like she did. And she also had the niggling feeling that she didn't need to worry about arrows either, although where that assurance came from, she couldn't begin to pinpoint. ]
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Then she opens her eyes and sees the beautiful bow Homura turned into and her expression turns awed as she reaches out to brush careful fingertips over the curve of it. ]
Oh, Homura, you're so pretty! [ She was pretty anyway, of course, but this was one of the neatest things Nanako has ever seen!
She glances up at Souji uncertainly at his urging, hearing Homura's voice from... somewhere. ]
Now? In here? Can I? [ She glances back to the bow that she knows is Homura and reaches out to wrap fingers around her, finding the boy surprisingly light in her grip. it feels... right? ] I don't know how, but...
[ But somehow, at the same time, she felt like she did. And she also had the niggling feeling that she didn't need to worry about arrows either, although where that assurance came from, she couldn't begin to pinpoint. ]