[otome all about them biceps even when she's been poisoned, i respect it
otome's emotions are... confusing? maybe? beau's reaction to the affection is just a series of question marks in emotion form, but. there's no way she can say no to this. she doesn't want to say not to it. so she doesn't.
instead, she very carefully slides down to whatever otome is laid out on, and gives her both her hands.]
Put me where you want me. [she says, soft, emotions shivering wildly from affectionate to shy to sure to guilty.]
[ She's not sure where the guilt is coming from, only that she so dearly wants to get rid of it. Beau hasn't done a single thing wrong.
But Otome ponders this, then slowly, gingerly shifts into a seated position. Beau is right there and it is honestly hard to say whether this is an Otome thing or an alpha thing but within a few seconds, she's managed to hijack her lap.
She breathes out carefully after a second, releasing Beau's hands after maneuvering in the event she wants them back.
Mostly.
One pinky hooks around Beau's, loosely. ]
I won't take up too much of your time, but I might take up too much space instead.
beau cannot stop herself from blushing brightly at this, but at least she doesn't roll away this time. instead, otome lets go of her hands, and beau just... very carefully wraps her arms around otome's waist. or, well. the one. like hell is she unlinking her pinky with otome's.
she's just furiously embarrassed, but not in a bad way. even with alpha week, it takes her a second.]
... I don't mind if you do either. [she says, quieter, radiating pleased energy.]
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otome's emotions are... confusing? maybe? beau's reaction to the affection is just a series of question marks in emotion form, but. there's no way she can say no to this. she doesn't want to say not to it. so she doesn't.
instead, she very carefully slides down to whatever otome is laid out on, and gives her both her hands.]
Put me where you want me. [she says, soft, emotions shivering wildly from affectionate to shy to sure to guilty.]
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But Otome ponders this, then slowly, gingerly shifts into a seated position. Beau is right there and it is honestly hard to say whether this is an Otome thing or an alpha thing but within a few seconds, she's managed to hijack her lap.
She breathes out carefully after a second, releasing Beau's hands after maneuvering in the event she wants them back.
Mostly.
One pinky hooks around Beau's, loosely. ]
I won't take up too much of your time, but I might take up too much space instead.
[ It's said with a smile, though. ]
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beau cannot stop herself from blushing brightly at this, but at least she doesn't roll away this time. instead, otome lets go of her hands, and beau just... very carefully wraps her arms around otome's waist. or, well. the one. like hell is she unlinking her pinky with otome's.
she's just furiously embarrassed, but not in a bad way. even with alpha week, it takes her a second.]
... I don't mind if you do either. [she says, quieter, radiating pleased energy.]
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[ She says it softly though, still amused but very much relieved that Beau seems happier with this than any of the more uncomfortable emotions.
Again, she can't remember the last time she had this particular kind of closeness, but it's... comforting. And comfortable. ]