[ Chara, she still thinks your base is home to a five year old she has yet to meet who hides inside the dryer. Hajime left her with that impression, and no one has yet cleared it up. Partly because Chihiro has not mentioned it at all to anyone. So it persists on in her mind...
... but she does turn her eyes away from reading the titles of the books around when she heads over to where Chara's curled up, nodding her head toward them in reflex over smiling. It's a show of respect, even if she's not actively thinking about it that way. Smiling takes a half-second longer, but it's the reminder of what she just learned and sharing something gross and utterly delightful that ends up relaxing her shoulders and allowing her that small smile. ]
Hey, Chara!
[ She should bother with a -san, but hey, whatever, hello demon apparently. She's still not questioning that. Trotting over, she tips her glass toward them, rolling the imperfect round pearls forward with an inviting dip of her arm. ]
I've washed the salt off, but there might still be a hint of it.
[ Her database stays in her other hand without remark for now. She'll get around to that after. ]
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... but she does turn her eyes away from reading the titles of the books around when she heads over to where Chara's curled up, nodding her head toward them in reflex over smiling. It's a show of respect, even if she's not actively thinking about it that way. Smiling takes a half-second longer, but it's the reminder of what she just learned and sharing something gross and utterly delightful that ends up relaxing her shoulders and allowing her that small smile. ]
Hey, Chara!
[ She should bother with a -san, but hey, whatever, hello demon apparently. She's still not questioning that. Trotting over, she tips her glass toward them, rolling the imperfect round pearls forward with an inviting dip of her arm. ]
I've washed the salt off, but there might still be a hint of it.
[ Her database stays in her other hand without remark for now. She'll get around to that after. ]