[ 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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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!
[
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. ]