[He's still utterly baffled by this whole thing, but he's willing to admit that sometimes he does stupid shit stuff that's deserving of scorn, so perhaps this just happens to be one of those times too?
It doesn't explain the blushing, but maybe she took it to mean that she smelled? Girls can be sensitive about those things, can't they...
He watches her to try and look for the right cue to take, watches the marshmallow come out, watches as it sails through the air to
ping
bounce squarely off his head, much to his extreme shock. Him. God of Calamity, of War, of Fortune. Got beaned in the noggin by a marshmallow.
It takes several long seconds for it to fully register, but when it does, he slowly reaches down to pick up the marshmallow aaaaand promptly chucks it back at her, nailing her directly in the forehead as well.
he wants to see....
It doesn't explain the blushing, but maybe she took it to mean that she smelled? Girls can be sensitive about those things, can't they...
He watches her to try and look for the right cue to take, watches the marshmallow come out, watches as it sails through the air to
ping
bounce squarely off his head, much to his extreme shock. Him. God of Calamity, of War, of Fortune. Got beaned in the noggin by a marshmallow.
It takes several long seconds for it to fully register, but when it does, he slowly reaches down to pick up the marshmallow aaaaand promptly chucks it back at her, nailing her directly in the forehead as well.
Two can play at this game!]