[She's laughing. That's good. Pyra had looked so sad talking about her family earlier, it makes him worry about the things he has yet to know about her. Maybe there will come a time when she'll be more comfortable to talk about it. Maybe that time will never come, but at least he knows how to make her smile.
And she likes his puns! His attention is between her and his hair as he attempts to tame his new style by combing it with his fingers.]
The jell-ato? Man, I was kinda hoping there was a spark between us, haha. [Kidding! Unless...? He doesn't want to leave it hanging there, so he keeps talking.] Come to think of it, Iris moonblessed can turn into jellyfish, can't they? And technically, you ate jellyfish, so I guess that makes you...
A spark--! That makes her burst into laughter all over again. And then... eating a jellyfish!! ] Sh-Shin! Pfft-- That's gross! [ She nudges him lightly with her hand. Stop, stop, her laughter is making it difficult to speak! ]
[ Internally, she's struggling greatly with herself on account of being very much turned on just moments ago, and that warmth has yet to die down. What if that had continued, what then? She likes to imagine herself having some dignity and tact, but in the heat of the moment... there had been no one but the two of them existing. How is she do damn needy?
These moonblessings are difficult to manage, indeed. ] Mm... we could buy something. But couldn't I simply borrow some of your clothes as well?
[ HAH, the tables have been turned...! For all of two seconds because she realizes that his ususal outfit includes... rather, excludes a shirt. ] O-oh! Well, you have that... strap thing that goes...
[ Saying so, her hand moves to his chest to draw the line that strap would make across his. ]
[The touch sends another wave of chroma across his chest, sparking a warm, pleasant sensation he is almost too shy to receive. Especially out in the open like this! He takes her hand before she can do more. It's strange. All she did was touch him once. Maybe it is what she ate.]
O-oh, those things. Yeah, that'd look good. [Beat.] Um, I mean— It's not a bad idea...
[But he's imagining it, and he hates that he is, because his cheeks are burning brighter than ever. The tables have truly turned.]
What about the, um... You don't have to get the tattoos if you don't want to...
[ Any meant-to-be-permanent tattoos would likely fade from her skin sooner than later, but the idea of painting temporary ones upon her doesn't sound unappealing. Especially if...
She leans forward. ] What if you drew them upon me yourself...?
[Yan Qing leans back, color never leaving his cheeks. He's dying. He's dead. He wouldn't say he was bad at painting, but the thought of her bare naked before him as cool paint touches her skin... Let's just say it's overwhelming.]
... Ahaha, if that's what you want to do, you know I can't say no...
[ it's probably neon glow-in-the-dark paint because prisma, too As soon as she says she wonders how she's going to survive the painting session as well.
Regardless, she reaches to take his hand and begins pulling him out of the costume store. Hand holding is chaste, it's safe, it's something she can do without feeling like she's going to overheat even more. How she's able to walk, she has no idea; her legs feel like they can give way at any moment... ]
[This is familiar. Following someone, watching their back, chasing after them — the only difference between then and now is that he's holding their hand. And as reckless as he can be, when she reminds him of better days like these, he can't help but look out for her.]
Watch your step, and be careful!
[ They stumble out of the store and onto the pavement, but he has no clue where she'll be going next. ]
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And she likes his puns! His attention is between her and his hair as he attempts to tame his new style by combing it with his fingers.]
The jell-ato? Man, I was kinda hoping there was a spark between us, haha. [Kidding! Unless...? He doesn't want to leave it hanging there, so he keeps talking.] Come to think of it, Iris moonblessed can turn into jellyfish, can't they? And technically, you ate jellyfish, so I guess that makes you...
A cannibal?
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A spark--! That makes her burst into laughter all over again. And then... eating a jellyfish!! ] Sh-Shin! Pfft-- That's gross! [ She nudges him lightly with her hand. Stop, stop, her laughter is making it difficult to speak! ]
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Goodness, you're really making it--
[ Difficult not to think of her home.
Difficult not to think of what she's done.
Difficult not to be... sad. ]
--difficult to not want to shock you again! [ That said, she waves her fingers as if she just might! ]
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[Getting electrocuted is... an experience.]
Anyway, that's enough fooling around! [He says as though he didn't start it.] Let's buy you a costume. I've already got mine covered.
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These moonblessings are difficult to manage, indeed. ] Mm... we could buy something. But couldn't I simply borrow some of your clothes as well?
[ The rest would be paint to mimic his tats. ]
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Uh, ahahahahaha! I guess you could! Why didn't I think of that? Hahahaha, silly me!
[He can deal with a needy Pyra. That's fine. On some days, he might even prefer it. But a Pyra in his clothes? That he has worn?]
You do know what my usual clothes look like, doncha?
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[ Saying so, her hand moves to his chest to draw the line that strap would make across his. ]
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A shiver travels down her spine, but it isn't cold. ] ....Maybe I'll wear a-- what are those things called again? [ Distracted.
She's very distracted by him. ] A sarashi underneath.
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O-oh, those things. Yeah, that'd look good. [Beat.] Um, I mean— It's not a bad idea...
[But he's imagining it, and he hates that he is, because his cheeks are burning brighter than ever. The tables have truly turned.]
What about the, um... You don't have to get the tattoos if you don't want to...
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She leans forward. ] What if you drew them upon me yourself...?
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... Ahaha, if that's what you want to do, you know I can't say no...
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We have to find a body paint store!
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it's probably neon glow-in-the-dark paint because prisma, tooAs soon as she says she wonders how she's going to survive the painting session as well.Regardless, she reaches to take his hand and begins pulling him out of the costume store. Hand holding is chaste, it's safe, it's something she can do without feeling like she's going to overheat even more. How she's able to walk, she has no idea; her legs feel like they can give way at any moment... ]
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[This is familiar. Following someone, watching their back, chasing after them — the only difference between then and now is that he's holding their hand. And as reckless as he can be, when she reminds him of better days like these, he can't help but look out for her.]
Watch your step, and be careful!
[ They stumble out of the store and onto the pavement, but he has no clue where she'll be going next. ]