From her high perch, she sits upon a branch. Hues flecked with gold gaxe at @bornedarkness—so much she heard of him.
So much she has seen. . blessed and holy he is by the way he carries his blades.
A giggle, sweet and soft passes from plush brims. Naomi couldn't stop the sudden onslaught of laughter that come forth like gentle waves.
❝I. . you're cute. . Kurosaki. .❞
Naomi gazes. .
Cocoa hues, flickering gold stare as she hums low. . soft in a way. The witch speaks–plush lips oarting to let syllables past.
❝You are an ace. . a hero. . protector. . good things. .❞