Magne sniffs wetly,laughing into his shoulder and spinning in a quick circle before putting him back down on his feet and leaning to plant a kiss right in the middle of his forehead, then reaching into one of her pockets to lick the corner of a handkerchief and wipe the smear of blood away; the upside to wearing dark colors, the bloodstain won't be as visible after she runs the shirt through some cold water.

"Oh hun you look terrible," she laments, gentle fingers laying on Dabi's scarred jaw without an ounce of hesitation to turn his head back and forth. The scars were expanded enough to nearly meet in the middle on his cheeks, which certainly wasn't the case the last time she'd seen him.