[ Movement in the bag becomes more pronounced, ceasing only when Itsuki presses a gentle hand against the side, because it's not safe to come out yet. Not that she wants to deny Potpourri a chance to see her second favorite sun, but Taiyou was one of the few civilians (and definitely the oldest) who knew what she was (sort of) and was more than okay with it. Not everyone could understand that yet.
So she waits until they're past the gates, when the trickle of students calling out goodbyes to her has ended, and they're well on their way before she unzips her bag and lowers her voice. ]
All right, Potpourri. You're clear.
[ ... Which is all it takes for the fairy to zip out of the bag and straight towards Taiyou, just so she can happily nuzzle his cheek. It makes Itsuki's smile turn soft, just watching the two of them. ]
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So she waits until they're past the gates, when the trickle of students calling out goodbyes to her has ended, and they're well on their way before she unzips her bag and lowers her voice. ]
All right, Potpourri. You're clear.
[ ... Which is all it takes for the fairy to zip out of the bag and straight towards Taiyou, just so she can happily nuzzle his cheek. It makes Itsuki's smile turn soft, just watching the two of them. ]
For about a week, you were all she'd talk about.