He doesn't mind the cold. His skin already got used to this sensation, enough to feel some comfort in it.
The judge's intuition was right. Kiyotaka leans in a little after the hug was given, his lips softly press against her cheek. He lingers there, his breath brushes against her face.
> as useful as his computer science lessons were, it's not like he could just decipher it on the go. oh well..
I'll take that as a yes.
> the first thing he mentioned goes at first. his hands wrap around the doll's upper body to hold her against himself.
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you and me,
we got something special, baby, you and me;
i can't think this was never meant to happen, you and me, you and me!
(i can't help it, i can't help it, i can't help it, baby...)
There was that bit of awkward silence. It happens when their thoughts don't click as much.
So.. Time to follow up on this, perhaps?
"May I put it into your hair?"
Seemingly, he was doing just fine using his intuition alone.
She leaned against him, heavy and cold, like a magnet β waiting for the second part. Any moment now...
THE JUDGE.
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RP/Parody.
Canon-divergent/AU Mochi (Cat-Cake).
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THE JUDGE.
THE JUDGE.
It's definitely a must..
What would you like right now? A hug? A kiss? Or perhaps both? β¨
> as useful as his computer science lessons were, it's not like he could just decipher it on the go. oh well..
I'll take that as a yes.
> the first thing he mentioned goes at first. his hands wrap around the doll's upper body to hold her against himself.
..Was her question rude somehow? Or was she not supposed to kiss it?
She holds the flower, her matrix calculations racing.
"Right."
This was the intent. It's pretty obvious the brunet is trying to be more romantic with her than before. So her consent was met with a rather eager nod.
"Thank you."
He responded with a smile. His hands held onto the rose again, risen up towards the top of her head. Even if it's artificial, he's-
aww..
you know I like you quite a lot too. I'd call that something special.
He's glaring, there is some anger in his expression.
"Untie me, you--"
