[ shu is probably bitter and petty, but nazuna's not about to be the one to correct her on it.
the weather sucks, that's for sure. though nazuna's been in and out for work, teaching classes in the morning and running errands for shu in the evening, it's been miserable and wet, and even her favorite, bright pink and yellow polka dot rainboots couldn't make it any less dreary.
shu's mood doesn't really help, either. nazuna can feel her displeasure, and she knows why--whether she's still a goddess or not, shu has a certain gravitas that weighs down the entire room (or lifts it, though that seems far rarer). she's beautiful and terrible, and nazuna's been infatuated with her since she dragged her into her apartment to keep her from dying in the middle of the road--though, admittedly, she was awfully pretty when she wasn't picking an argument with nazuna and awake a few hours later.
so, displeasure or not, nazuna's not scared of her. she enters the room quietly, shutting the door behind her and carrying her first aid kit (designed for the scrapes, bumps and bruises of her clumsy next door neighbor, mostly, now mostly used on a goddess and the fire spirit that trails around her apartment every now and then) under her arm.
shu looks a bit like an angry, puffed up bird, wings or not, glowering at the window like that. it's almost cute. she doesn't say what she's thinking, though, instead shutting the door behind her. under her other arm is something small; a little package, so she kicks it shut with her heel. ]
Itsuki, are you ready for me to change your bandages? [ ...not that she's going to let her say no, but whatever. ]
hell is real... also it was surprisingly easy to find a lady icon
the weather sucks, that's for sure. though nazuna's been in and out for work, teaching classes in the morning and running errands for shu in the evening, it's been miserable and wet, and even her favorite, bright pink and yellow polka dot rainboots couldn't make it any less dreary.
shu's mood doesn't really help, either. nazuna can feel her displeasure, and she knows why--whether she's still a goddess or not, shu has a certain gravitas that weighs down the entire room (or lifts it, though that seems far rarer). she's beautiful and terrible, and nazuna's been infatuated with her since she dragged her into her apartment to keep her from dying in the middle of the road--though, admittedly, she was awfully pretty when she wasn't picking an argument with nazuna and awake a few hours later.
so, displeasure or not, nazuna's not scared of her. she enters the room quietly, shutting the door behind her and carrying her first aid kit (designed for the scrapes, bumps and bruises of her clumsy next door neighbor, mostly, now mostly used on a goddess and the fire spirit that trails around her apartment every now and then) under her arm.
shu looks a bit like an angry, puffed up bird, wings or not, glowering at the window like that. it's almost cute. she doesn't say what she's thinking, though, instead shutting the door behind her. under her other arm is something small; a little package, so she kicks it shut with her heel. ]
Itsuki, are you ready for me to change your bandages? [ ...not that she's going to let her say no, but whatever. ]