2nd. Source.
"Preeeetty!"
Usagi isn't exactly pressing her nose against the window, staring at the beautiful painting on display. But it's close.
"Ne, Rei-chan..." Usagi's reflection is staring back at Rei, eyes wide and completely, utterly taken in. "Doesn't it remind you of something really, really pleasant? Like..." She trails off, obviously in deep thought.
Rei let's her. Silence is a precious rarity, especially concerning Usagi. It's a beautiful painting, true. It reminds her of fire, of responsibility and duty. Faith, too. Religion is deep in her bones, after all.
"Like ICE CREAM!" Usagi's happiness is an explosion, an overwhelming overabundance of joy. "Golden, delicious ice cream with chocolate and caramel and - Rei-chan?"
She's at least thirty feet away before Usagi catches up to her.
Usagi isn't exactly pressing her nose against the window, staring at the beautiful painting on display. But it's close.
"Ne, Rei-chan..." Usagi's reflection is staring back at Rei, eyes wide and completely, utterly taken in. "Doesn't it remind you of something really, really pleasant? Like..." She trails off, obviously in deep thought.
Rei let's her. Silence is a precious rarity, especially concerning Usagi. It's a beautiful painting, true. It reminds her of fire, of responsibility and duty. Faith, too. Religion is deep in her bones, after all.
"Like ICE CREAM!" Usagi's happiness is an explosion, an overwhelming overabundance of joy. "Golden, delicious ice cream with chocolate and caramel and - Rei-chan?"
She's at least thirty feet away before Usagi catches up to her.