[He catches her mid-leap, pulling her upwards and holding her right against his chest as Yoimiya delivers her signature Yoikiss attack, standing up to his full height now as she gives him all sorts of kisses. He can't feel any save for the ones applied to his neck, and those feel good against the black of his abyssal skin. Ajax cranes his head to the side to allow Yoimiya much more purchase to it, indicating that he'd like them there above all the other places...]
[His laugh is soft and fond despite how distorted it is, loving every second of affection that Yoimiya pours on him. It almost lulls him into a sense of complacency, being with her in a realm that's only filled with monsters that have taken to hiding away and not coming near them for fear of complete annihilation. So he giggles more, humming with pleasure at the soft, sweet kisses, until he suddenly feels a presence in the area.
They're not alone.
One second he's drinking in Yoimiya's affection, the next he's pivoted with one hand pointing the blade of his glaive at a small cabbage-like child while holding Yoimiya protectively against his chest with the other. Tartaglia's focus is lasered in on the young looking girl, but he knows if she's here, she must be anything but.]
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[He catches her mid-leap, pulling her upwards and holding her right against his chest as Yoimiya delivers her signature Yoikiss attack, standing up to his full height now as she gives him all sorts of kisses. He can't feel any save for the ones applied to his neck, and those feel good against the black of his abyssal skin. Ajax cranes his head to the side to allow Yoimiya much more purchase to it, indicating that he'd like them there above all the other places...]
H̙͔͓e̞͕̝y̞̪̦ n̢͍̺o̻̠̙w̻͜,̙͜ s̫͎t̝͙͔o͎͚̻p͚͚͓ t̪͜h̡͍͎a͚̻̼t̻̟͙.͚͕͚.͕̞.͉̦̞y͍͖̠o͓̞͇u͉͚'̘̘̝r̘͓̟e̠̻̘ t̻͖̼o̟̫͜o͕͔͕ a͚͓̪d̫͚o͖̠͜r̡͍̞a̢̦͔b̦̘l͙̫̞e̢̻̝,̙̝ i̺̙̟t̠͎̻'͖͚͜s͉͚̘ a͔̘͎s̼͓̠ i̞͙̟f͎͙̙ I̠͚̠ h̞͇a̠̺v͔͇̼e̼͙͎ n̢͙̘o͔͉͖ p̺͇̪o̘̼̦w͔͚̦e͖̘̞r͕̪ h͓̟̘e͍͉͖r̙͍̫e̼͓͍.͎͕̙.͙̪͜.͕̻h̠̞͉a̢̦h̡̪̞a̡͖͖h͉͎̪a͉͉h͓͇a̟̘!̢̟͖
[His laugh is soft and fond despite how distorted it is, loving every second of affection that Yoimiya pours on him. It almost lulls him into a sense of complacency, being with her in a realm that's only filled with monsters that have taken to hiding away and not coming near them for fear of complete annihilation. So he giggles more, humming with pleasure at the soft, sweet kisses, until he suddenly feels a presence in the area.
They're not alone.
One second he's drinking in Yoimiya's affection, the next he's pivoted with one hand pointing the blade of his glaive at a small cabbage-like child while holding Yoimiya protectively against his chest with the other. Tartaglia's focus is lasered in on the young looking girl, but he knows if she's here, she must be anything but.]
Sorry, but am I interrupting?