[And sure enough, here he comes, Miss America, with a box of laundry soap in tow and a toolbelt still around his waist, evidently the result of what he'd said about being up putting in time on the house.
He notices the hairclip, and the emerald that goes with it kind of amuses him in a very subdued way, because obviously Kakyoin made it and it reminds him of the giant-ass one they're still turning into a vase for her and that in turn reminds him of fingers in his collar and a mouth crushed aga—
HOLY SHIT, TRAIN OF THOUGHT, TIME TO STOP and reengage infinite gruff mode, stat.]
action;
He notices the hairclip, and the emerald that goes with it kind of amuses him in a very subdued way, because obviously Kakyoin made it and it reminds him of the giant-ass one they're still turning into a vase for her and that in turn reminds him of fingers in his collar and a mouth crushed aga—
HOLY SHIT, TRAIN OF THOUGHT, TIME TO STOP and reengage infinite gruff mode, stat.]
...I'm here. Here's the soap.