|| 雪 || :: “No? It does look red though, are you sure?” Her voice was clear with worry, that was for sure. It seemed that after what happened last time, she didn’t really mind the lack of distance between them. Inching a bit closer, she had her forehead touching his own. “Though you don’t seem to have a fever.”
( 勝雄 ) The proximity sure didn’t help calm him down, but he found himself liking it more than anything else. After a long moment of debate, the blacksmith tilted his head just enough so that her could brush his nose against hers–an Eskimo kiss. Harmless, right? Probably. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.
