[Alhaitham looks over at Tsuruno. His smile starts at his eyes and makes the trip down to his lips. It's the easy affection, really, that sort of honesty that for Alhaitham has always belonged within a home. A moment of trust reserved only for those who belong within the walls they carved into.
He pushes the towel to her before holding his hand out in silent request for her pomegranate so he can finish scooping it.] Not that it'll make a difference in this case.
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He pushes the towel to her before holding his hand out in silent request for her pomegranate so he can finish scooping it.] Not that it'll make a difference in this case.