The gaze stayed on the bed opposing her; an hour had passed and the next minutes were ticking. Her hands raised to her mouth. 'What are you doing?'
Jotou broke the thought to catch herself bringing her nails to her teeth. She shook her head and sat up, her fingers squirming. 'You're overthinking, you're overthinking. She's just busy…
GAH! This is why I don't wanna do it! I can't think of anything else and I just feel worse!' Her hands caught onto the blonde strands she brought forward, beginning to fidget with them instead.
Ten minutes had officially passed on the clock she was counting on. 'Screw it, screw what Daiyu said, screw the countess, I don't need this. But you want this. But I get way too insecure about this!'
A blonde strand of her hair was plucked into her fingers and she held it aloft; the strand of golden blonde turned black from the end to the root in between her fingers in an instant.
