_{^{“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”}}

_{^{{ mxsquer }}}

                                                 _{^{❝           Yes. ❞}}

     I_{^{s the first reaction she bares to him, stubborn and absolute in her own personal conquest. Yet in truth, her concept is nary so complex as his own nor as respectful in her attempt to stitch back tattered fragments of a mask gifted. Fingers worm clumsily around thread and needle, stitching in haphazard manner and all the more willful she becomes at the press of his inquiry.}}

     _{^{That is, until the needle jabs at bent index finger, turning in on itself and denting full into an unusable object. Growling, she fusses in frustration, slamming the plump and almost silly looking facial cover into her lap before glaring up petulantly at the fellow ghoul who she prays for his own sake will not chuckle at the obvious defeat.}}  

     _{^{Teeth sink into a plump lower lip, nose scrunching whilst a mewl of personal disappointment parts from a flustered throat,}}

                                     _{^{❝… No.❞}}