[It doesn't matter how long it takes, Angel rarely peels her eyes from the sky. She paces this way and that from time to time. Occasionally, she even offers tales of Armin and her other friends to the Mawile that toddles after her. But for the most part she waits in anticipatory silence.
Eventually, she's rewarded with the steady sound of wingbeats, and the sight of a bird coming into view. Most people don't have reason to navigate back to New Bark, and so she thinks she's pretty sure she knows who's coming her way. That suspicion is confirmed as she just barely manages to pick out the faint features of what is almost certainly a Noctowl. She follows his descent, and isn't far from Armin when he lands.
If Armin hadn't been the one to tackle her, she would have done the same in reverse. It probably would have had less of an impact, more akin to a kitten attempting to pounce, so really it's much better this way for the drama of it all. She falls back into the grass, oscillating between laughter and tears as she cards her fingers through his hair.
She might be weak, and tired again. Her hair might be in dire need of a cut. But it doesn't matter. She's home, and Armin's here too.
So naturally she steals a messy, teary kiss. It doesn't last long, because she's winded from her efforts, but she thinks it's plenty.]
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Eventually, she's rewarded with the steady sound of wingbeats, and the sight of a bird coming into view. Most people don't have reason to navigate back to New Bark, and so she thinks she's pretty sure she knows who's coming her way. That suspicion is confirmed as she just barely manages to pick out the faint features of what is almost certainly a Noctowl. She follows his descent, and isn't far from Armin when he lands.
If Armin hadn't been the one to tackle her, she would have done the same in reverse. It probably would have had less of an impact, more akin to a kitten attempting to pounce, so really it's much better this way for the drama of it all. She falls back into the grass, oscillating between laughter and tears as she cards her fingers through his hair.
She might be weak, and tired again. Her hair might be in dire need of a cut. But it doesn't matter. She's home, and Armin's here too.
So naturally she steals a messy, teary kiss. It doesn't last long, because she's winded from her efforts, but she thinks it's plenty.]
I missed you.