[ Tears like these are not something Maomao is accustomed to. From others? Sure. From herself? No.
The timing is a little strange with the alcohol she's drinking but she hasn't yet put two and two together. Not while she's being perplexed by the tears streaming down her face that she can't seem to stop.
She lets out a loud sniffle, glowering up at him. ]
I'm no- not a kiddo. [ She can't even finish that sentence without her voice warbling. His sleeve is passed over in favor of her own, vigorously wiping it across her face and hoping when she pulls it away the tears will have stopped.
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The timing is a little strange with the alcohol she's drinking but she hasn't yet put two and two together. Not while she's being perplexed by the tears streaming down her face that she can't seem to stop.
She lets out a loud sniffle, glowering up at him. ]
I'm no- not a kiddo. [ She can't even finish that sentence without her voice warbling. His sleeve is passed over in favor of her own, vigorously wiping it across her face and hoping when she pulls it away the tears will have stopped.
Spoiler; they do not. ]