[ 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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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. ]