[Her closest-- and for a long time, only-- friend turns around and is a fucking dog. He's just a dog, is the easiest way to put it, despite also being Fuyuhiko. But despite being a walking talking puppy with quite frankly adorable ears (a thought even Peko knows is just really not situation appropriate, but it is true-) there's something else Peko notices, proving herself just as particularly apt at this whole reunion thing as Fuyuhiko is.]
Your eye...
[She mutters. So she wasn't able to save it after all-- but at least he's otherwise whole.
Well, whole and a dog. She'd almost seem like she isn't distracted by that fact, if she would stop focusing on his ears.]
...They were lost on the shore.
[Peko admits, lifting her hand to her face on reflex to push up the frames that aren't there. Her hair's a mess, too-- just little glamorous ocean-spa details, is all. But between that, the holes in her clothes, and the tears on her salty, sandy face, she's looking worse for wear than usual.]
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Your eye...
[She mutters. So she wasn't able to save it after all-- but at least he's otherwise whole.
Well, whole and a dog. She'd almost seem like she isn't distracted by that fact, if she would stop focusing on his ears.]
...They were lost on the shore.
[Peko admits, lifting her hand to her face on reflex to push up the frames that aren't there. Her hair's a mess, too-- just little glamorous ocean-spa details, is all. But between that, the holes in her clothes, and the tears on her salty, sandy face, she's looking worse for wear than usual.]