If there's one thing more humiliating than standing dumbstruck in the middle of the street dripping rainwater, it's standing dumbstruck in the middle of the street dripping water with Mari rubbing frenetically at her legs. People are looking. God-- just how much torture must this day subject her to until it's satisfied?
On the plus side, it sure snaps her into focus real fast.
"M-Mari-san!" Stumbling back, Dia snatches the cloth from her hands. "Please! I can take care of myself!" She haphazardly finishes the task, wishing first and foremost to have this whole scene over with. She'll be cold and wet the rest of the way just the same -- her skirt and socks are beyond any help a face towel can offer.
"Let's just hurry on home," she mutters darkly, snapping the towel into a perfectly even square. She catches herself the next moment -- reminds herself it's none of Mari's fault -- and softens.
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On the plus side, it sure snaps her into focus real fast.
"M-Mari-san!" Stumbling back, Dia snatches the cloth from her hands. "Please! I can take care of myself!" She haphazardly finishes the task, wishing first and foremost to have this whole scene over with. She'll be cold and wet the rest of the way just the same -- her skirt and socks are beyond any help a face towel can offer.
"Let's just hurry on home," she mutters darkly, snapping the towel into a perfectly even square. She catches herself the next moment -- reminds herself it's none of Mari's fault -- and softens.
"... And thank you."