[He's gotten himself into some serious trouble, that's for sure, because of course Hilda doesn't miss the way he tenses; she half expects him to pull away, really, but he remains precisely where he is... and Hilda wonders what stunned him more: the touch of a stranger, or the buzz of Chroma? Interesting either way.]
Oh—I'm still holding your shampoo? [she asks, sweetly and, you know. Dazedly. She is fully committed to this part she's playing, hence the way she follows up this ~realization~ with an oh-so light laugh.] I'm sorry! It's hard to think when I'm this lightheaded...
[And yet that doesn't stop her from giving his hand an experiment squeeze! So light it's barely a thing, true, but she still looks back up at him to offer him a small smile—and (hopefully) catch his reaction.]
But of course I'll give it back. I'm not a thief—and I'm very grateful for your help.
[Seph, she is sparkling. She is charm given human form... and she also did not say when, precisely, she'd give that shampoo back, but details, details.]
jen, we will pretend that i am not late... and that hilda is not an absolute gremlin
Oh—I'm still holding your shampoo? [she asks, sweetly and, you know. Dazedly. She is fully committed to this part she's playing, hence the way she follows up this ~realization~ with an oh-so light laugh.] I'm sorry! It's hard to think when I'm this lightheaded...
[And yet that doesn't stop her from giving his hand an experiment squeeze! So light it's barely a thing, true, but she still looks back up at him to offer him a small smile—and (hopefully) catch his reaction.]
But of course I'll give it back. I'm not a thief—and I'm very grateful for your help.
[Seph, she is sparkling. She is charm given human form... and she also did not say when, precisely, she'd give that shampoo back, but details, details.]