[it's so... weird? to get affection like this. simple, easy affection, without any strings. otome's not saying it to get something out of her, to make her do something or convince her. it makes her feel warm, and a little pained. she could lose this so fast. today, even.
otome kisses her palm, and beau leans up to kiss otome proper, and then leans back, expression open and just a touch vulnerable. she shouldn't let herself be, she thinks. it's dangerous.]
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otome kisses her palm, and beau leans up to kiss otome proper, and then leans back, expression open and just a touch vulnerable. she shouldn't let herself be, she thinks. it's dangerous.]
... Okay. [beau says, a little breathless.] Yeah.