Your eyes are the size of the moon

She been obviously fishing for a compliment or two, clinging onto the hope he'd say something dreadfully sappy like: not as pretty as you. But nope, he'd simply pulled away without a word and left her hanging. She blinked owlishly, her chin feeling unseasonably cold with the absence of his touch. More surprising than that was sudden flare up of frustration that followed, sharp and jabbing like she was being poked by dozens of sea urchin spikes. Annoyance followed suit, like a fast acting toxin that left her huffing- had she hands one would have no doubt been propped up against her hip. For a girl who wore a mask so often without realising it her mood was as clear as they came. Hanako was most displeased.

The offer of fish did nothing to sate her appetite.

"Not really, no." But even like this she couldn't bring herself to be as direct as she probably ought to be. There was a lot neither of them were saying and the silence was overwhelming, the waves too loud and the wind too shrill. He hadn't pulled away when she was covered in her own..ahem slime, so why now? "What's wrong?" She said, her brows furrowed.  The words left her tongue closer akin to an accusation than a question.

She should have wondered what was up with herself, but she was somehow fixated on the question what was wrong with him?