[ Not even hearing her return when she came in, Hohenheim was none the wiser once Trisha grabbed the nearest marker. He had no idea that his charming and darling wife was doodling silly pictures of misshapen hearts and squiggly lines on his face. That is until he jerked around a bit once the marker came too close to his nose. ]
...hm?
[ Uh oh! He's slowly waking up, Trisha. Time to ditch the evidence. ]
no subject
...hm?
[ Uh oh! He's slowly waking up, Trisha. Time to ditch the evidence. ]