"Did you forget that I'm immortal? And wearing body armor?"
Regardless of her excuses, Goldy looks suitably chastized. She pulls up Miho's mask and her own, and presses a kiss to her lips. It's brimming over with apology. Or, at least, it starts out that way.
She pulls back and looks Miho over. The blood on her hand might just as easily belong to someone else. But guilt soon turns to concern when she spies the torn fabric on her upper arm.
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"Did you forget that I'm immortal? And wearing body armor?"
Regardless of her excuses, Goldy looks suitably chastized. She pulls up Miho's mask and her own, and presses a kiss to her lips. It's brimming over with apology. Or, at least, it starts out that way.
She pulls back and looks Miho over. The blood on her hand might just as easily belong to someone else. But guilt soon turns to concern when she spies the torn fabric on her upper arm.
"Are you hit?"