Eh, it's something I'm willing to do, is all. I really do mean I'm willing to do what it takes to make this easier for you. We ride or die, girly. -May giggled.-
[It's always hard resisting a smile when May says stuff like that. And the sentiment alone is enough to have her giggle as well, wiping her eyes again.]
Well, like I said, it would be a good color on you.
Anything for you, girl. -May gently pet at that now violet hair, letting out a sigh...
It was moments like these that sort of reaffirmed her faith, as lapsed as she could be. Sakura had only been in her life for such a relatively brief amount of time, but the impact they'd had on each other was deep, and filled both of their lives with something they'd been lacking. May would still be out on the streets, in a practical sense, but more than that, she'd still be at the bottom of her soul, damned and circling the drain, unable to lift herself up any longer. She'd been ready to give up on everything. And along came an almost holy light, guided by some cosmic force, a hand that had reached out, a hand that also needed. In moments like this, when they could support one another, be the strength the other leaned upon when they needed it most...
[They are of similar faiths, though Sakura doesn't know it. Yesterday she'd attended church with her family, bowed her head, thanked the Lord, walked the motions of a familiar path. But she feels it deeply today, the warmth of it and how blessed she truly is, so quickly turned away from her despair. She doesn't think she could've endured this without May -- or no, it's much more simple.
She doesn't want to.]
Hehe, yep!
[Pulling away with a bright, amused smile, she tucks some hair behind her hair -- the first she's touched it since this morning -- and turns to lead them to the kitchen]
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I've thought about it.
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Really?
[May with orange hair...]
I mean, I'm certain it'd be pretty on you, but you don't need to do it for me.
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Well, like I said, it would be a good color on you.
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But can I help, too?
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Hey, we can make something more Japanese style for breakfast, yeah? Like omurice or somethin'.
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[Slowly but with purpose, she bids herself to finally get off the floor. Her hand wipes at her face one more time for good measure]
I haven't had that in forever.
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You're gonna be okay...
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[Returning the hug with equal enthusiasm, burying her face in May's shoulder]
I will be.
Thank you, May-chan.
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It was moments like these that sort of reaffirmed her faith, as lapsed as she could be. Sakura had only been in her life for such a relatively brief amount of time, but the impact they'd had on each other was deep, and filled both of their lives with something they'd been lacking. May would still be out on the streets, in a practical sense, but more than that, she'd still be at the bottom of her soul, damned and circling the drain, unable to lift herself up any longer. She'd been ready to give up on everything. And along came an almost holy light, guided by some cosmic force, a hand that had reached out, a hand that also needed. In moments like this, when they could support one another, be the strength the other leaned upon when they needed it most...
... but then her stomach growled.-
A-anyways, let's get that food gotten, ye?
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She doesn't want to.]
Hehe, yep!
[Pulling away with a bright, amused smile, she tucks some hair behind her hair -- the first she's touched it since this morning -- and turns to lead them to the kitchen]