[ Haruka waits until baby is okay before turning around and fetching a cloth for toweling off Gold. She's getting that popular with the younger set, huh? But Mommy is the favorite. As she should be.
Gold does spark all over the place as Haruka wipes him down and rubs him off, shaking the glitter onto the floor so the Jolteon can later sweep it up with the wet rag. Haruka doesn't even flinch, but her hair is getting rather attractively disheveled. She looks like she's just run a marathon - a portrait of Windswept Youth.
She runs a hand through that hair as she finishes, Gold understanding he's supposed to use the other rag to wipe up the floor. He picks it up in his mouth, bends low to the ground, and starts walking in as straight a line as he can manage. At this rate he's going to hit the wall, but Haruka's tired of correcting him.
Her hair sparks as her fingers leave it. ] Art's messy.
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Gold does spark all over the place as Haruka wipes him down and rubs him off, shaking the glitter onto the floor so the Jolteon can later sweep it up with the wet rag. Haruka doesn't even flinch, but her hair is getting rather attractively disheveled. She looks like she's just run a marathon - a portrait of Windswept Youth.
She runs a hand through that hair as she finishes, Gold understanding he's supposed to use the other rag to wipe up the floor. He picks it up in his mouth, bends low to the ground, and starts walking in as straight a line as he can manage. At this rate he's going to hit the wall, but Haruka's tired of correcting him.
Her hair sparks as her fingers leave it. ] Art's messy.
[ And thunk. ]