but this is a lot of contact in a short time and it leaves her thoughts fumbling, the wash of water startling her enough to let them reset into something less panicked, less... no, still the same sort of bashfulness, and her neck warms as he slumps back against her.
... what's she supposed to do, it's different than hugging march or being hugged by her, she nearly feels like she's suffocating; she isn't, but she is, and after a moment malkuth finds her voice, strangled as it sounds. ]
As if. [ wings she sounds terrible. why. she's clearing her throat. ] You're gonna have to walk it off, Kaito, we're not done until LILITH says we are.
[ so, so sorry, but he's being dumped onto the ground so she can stand, turning away to pull at her hair again. it's so static-y still... ishmael and rodya are gonna have it rough too, huh? maybe she should ask them for some advice if they manage to make it without frizzling up.
the last bastion of her comfort, truly. why doesn't the plugsuit protect her from the phantom feeling of his arms around her waist. maybe there's still electricity in the air still with how it's still tingling. ]
... You can just, you know. Lay there for a bit. I'll keep an eye out.
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but this is a lot of contact in a short time and it leaves her thoughts fumbling, the wash of water startling her enough to let them reset into something less panicked, less... no, still the same sort of bashfulness, and her neck warms as he slumps back against her.
... what's she supposed to do, it's different than hugging march or being hugged by her, she nearly feels like she's suffocating; she isn't, but she is, and after a moment malkuth finds her voice, strangled as it sounds. ]
As if. [ wings she sounds terrible. why. she's clearing her throat. ] You're gonna have to walk it off, Kaito, we're not done until LILITH says we are.
[ so, so sorry, but he's being dumped onto the ground so she can stand, turning away to pull at her hair again. it's so static-y still... ishmael and rodya are gonna have it rough too, huh? maybe she should ask them for some advice if they manage to make it without frizzling up.
the last bastion of her comfort, truly. why doesn't the plugsuit protect her from the phantom feeling of his arms around her waist. maybe there's still electricity in the air still with how it's still tingling. ]
... You can just, you know. Lay there for a bit. I'll keep an eye out.