By no coincidence, Yukimura had ensured that baby wipes were never too far away in this house. They're right on the table, within feet of Himawari's carrier, and he quickly gets one to clean the blood off Keita's hand.
"All right, it looks scarier than it is," he says, trying to decide if Keita has reached the threshold where he's okay now. He can see Himawari's face starting to scrunch up in discontent and he's still left Yukiko alone upstairs and without her toy and holy Venus and Serena, how the hell does Sanada juggle four of these? His are positively angelic whenever Yukimura swoops in to rescue them from Sanada's 18th-century mundanity, but now he's suspicious of all babies.
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"All right, it looks scarier than it is," he says, trying to decide if Keita has reached the threshold where he's okay now. He can see Himawari's face starting to scrunch up in discontent and he's still left Yukiko alone upstairs and without her toy and holy Venus and Serena, how the hell does Sanada juggle four of these? His are positively angelic whenever Yukimura swoops in to rescue them from Sanada's 18th-century mundanity, but now he's suspicious of all babies.