@eadimidium ∗ [there’s no immediate response to the other’s inquiry. instead, the vessel flits sun-kissed irises of amber elsewhere, the corners of the line of her mouth curving downward, almost───sheepish? it wasn’t yume’s fault that there were spatterings of red coloring the planes of her countenance. ryūko───well. he had gotten angry. with a sound indicating the clearing of her throat, yume (finally) regards the other, greeting them with the sight of her gaze.] um, [briefly, she pauses, lips pressing together.] you wouldn’t believe me if i said nothing, would you?