Maruki continued his attempt at salvaging the fabric, his fingers carefully folding the stained textile in a way that might, might make it look less of a disaster. He winced as the sauce smudged further, grimacing at the sheer futility of his efforts.
“I really am sorry about this,” he sighed, his brows knitting together. “If there’s a shop nearby, I can run and get you a fresh set—or maybe something to clean this up?” His mind flickered, just for a second, to the possibility of using Azathoth to discreetly undo the mess when she wasn’t looking. A small application of his power, just enough to smooth things over.
But no, better not. He tucked the thought away for now. That would still bring suspicion to him.
At the sound of the girl’s giggle, Maruki blinked, confused for a second. Then, she spoke.
"That's SUCH a cute hoodie."
Oh.
His hand unconsciously lifted to his hood, fingers flicking at the tailored cat ear as realization dawned on him. A small, amused chuckle slipped from his lips. “Ah—thank you! I can’t take credit for it, though. Someone close to me wanted to buy this for me ages ago, and I guess the look still stuck with me.”
With that, he finished tidying up the fabric as best as he could and gently placed it back into the shopping bag. Holding it up for her with both hands, he gave her a polite smile—his usual way of smoothing over situations. “Here. Again, I’m really sorry for all this. I hope I haven’t completely ruined your shopping trip.”
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“I really am sorry about this,” he sighed, his brows knitting together. “If there’s a shop nearby, I can run and get you a fresh set—or maybe something to clean this up?” His mind flickered, just for a second, to the possibility of using Azathoth to discreetly undo the mess when she wasn’t looking. A small application of his power, just enough to smooth things over.
But no, better not. He tucked the thought away for now. That would still bring suspicion to him.
At the sound of the girl’s giggle, Maruki blinked, confused for a second. Then, she spoke.
"That's SUCH a cute hoodie."
Oh.
His hand unconsciously lifted to his hood, fingers flicking at the tailored cat ear as realization dawned on him. A small, amused chuckle slipped from his lips. “Ah—thank you! I can’t take credit for it, though. Someone close to me wanted to buy this for me ages ago, and I guess the look still stuck with me.”
With that, he finished tidying up the fabric as best as he could and gently placed it back into the shopping bag. Holding it up for her with both hands, he gave her a polite smile—his usual way of smoothing over situations. “Here. Again, I’m really sorry for all this. I hope I haven’t completely ruined your shopping trip.”