[ it's still suspicious, the way he frames it. as if he really left it there unconsciously when it's clear that it wasn't. after all, the mark he left on her neck isn't a tiny bitemark but a bruise that's not going to go away for the next several days. how is she supposed to hide that unless she wears a scarf in the current weather?
in any case, she walks around the desk, sighing heavily at him and adjusting the towel around her. and when it seems like she's about to yell at him further, lumine does the unexpected and complete opposite. ]
Oh, so if I were awake, you wouldn't hesitate to do it?
[ she straddles his lap, knees slotting in the small space between his hips and the armchair. the towel she's wearing hikes a little further up her thighs, but even so, her expression remains irritated. ]
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in any case, she walks around the desk, sighing heavily at him and adjusting the towel around her. and when it seems like she's about to yell at him further, lumine does the unexpected and complete opposite. ]
Oh, so if I were awake, you wouldn't hesitate to do it?
[ she straddles his lap, knees slotting in the small space between his hips and the armchair. the towel she's wearing hikes a little further up her thighs, but even so, her expression remains irritated. ]
So, that's your definition of normal?