[Peko steps closer as Mahiru speaks, and though her eyes are locked on Mahiru's face, her hand reaches idly for that kerchief. She doesn't take it, but holds onto the end like a lost little girl, as though afraid Mahiru's offers will fade away if she doesn't take it.
What Mahiru's saying doesn't make a lick of sense, but Peko knows enough about Mahiru and- well, about people-- to realise Mahiru isn't fucking with her. Not with that kind of body language. It's strange-- the beast before her is both nothing like Mahiru and yet still, Peko is sure if she were blind, the beast would seem to exude Mahiru's presence.]
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What Mahiru's saying doesn't make a lick of sense, but Peko knows enough about Mahiru and- well, about people-- to realise Mahiru isn't fucking with her. Not with that kind of body language. It's strange-- the beast before her is both nothing like Mahiru and yet still, Peko is sure if she were blind, the beast would seem to exude Mahiru's presence.]
Okay, [She answers.]
I'll come with you.