a fond smile finds a home on her purple painted lips, the demoness gently squeezing her grandson. he was very much like his mother was at his age, as she recalled.
" and with time, you shall do just that, masato. "
masato acknowledged it by doing the exact same thing. giggling.
‘ yes! I wanna get bigger && stronger so that I can keep mommy safe! ‘
it was clear that for being so little, he was ultimately hyping himself up, quite proud to!
the corners of her mouth lift into a smile, arms wrapping around the child as she lifts him. she'll nuzzle his nose with her own, very uncharacteristic of her, but she can't help it when it comes to her grandchild.
" yes, you have grown quite a lot since last i saw you.
"
cue a surprised look on her features at the sight of her grandson. it quickly becomes a smile a moment later as she kneels to be eye level with the child.
" oh, masato. how good to see you. "
it may not have been his intention to wake her, but he did. golden eyes will peek open, her head turning to watch his retreat—brow lifted.
“ what? no ‘good morning, dearest’ before you leave? ”
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He’s yawning, and stretching, before finally leaning over and pressing a kiss to @nobledemoness’s shoulder. Not to wake her, but to bid her ado before leaving the bed.
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and she will, her small frame melding into his much larger one easily. arms wrap around his torso, her head resting against his chest, just over his heart.
the smell of rainwater and fresh pine—a smell so distinctly 𝘩𝘪𝘮 fills her nostrils and she smiles.