[ she knows it's mostly hormones jerking her emotions around, which makes her even angrier. she wants to be a good parent for this baby, she wants to be calm and patient and tolerant and everything that's going to make shiro a great father, but all she feels is the urge to shred the furniture with claws she doesn't have.
shiro's scent is supposed to be calming, too, hence the sweater, but she doesn't feel calm. she kind of wants to bare her teeth at him for disturbing her, except she'd just been sitting here annoyed that there wasn't anyone else around.
grumbling, ]
I'm gonna have internal bruising at this rate.
[ yeah shiro's never getting this sweater back. she curls in on herself, pulling the excess fabric around herself like a blanket. she's so much more sensitive to smells now, and part of her is constantly annoyed that shiro-- as a non-galra, or maybe just as a male-- can't seem to understand automatically when some things don't smell right for her. ]
It smells like you. Or it did, now it smells like milk.
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shiro's scent is supposed to be calming, too, hence the sweater, but she doesn't feel calm. she kind of wants to bare her teeth at him for disturbing her, except she'd just been sitting here annoyed that there wasn't anyone else around.
grumbling, ]
I'm gonna have internal bruising at this rate.
[ yeah shiro's never getting this sweater back. she curls in on herself, pulling the excess fabric around herself like a blanket. she's so much more sensitive to smells now, and part of her is constantly annoyed that shiro-- as a non-galra, or maybe just as a male-- can't seem to understand automatically when some things don't smell right for her. ]
It smells like you. Or it did, now it smells like milk.