[No complaints from Yuri. Just before Rita leans over, the lights shoot up, framing her body with a fantastical myriad of colors. He rests one hand on her waist and brushes her cheek with the other, her hair tickling the tips of his fingers.
Too short. The thought seems to bypass his brain completely, so after hardly a pause, he lifts his chin for another. It's no longer or deeper than the first. He gives her hair a rub before pulling back slowly and speaking in a low whisper.]
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Too short. The thought seems to bypass his brain completely, so after hardly a pause, he lifts his chin for another. It's no longer or deeper than the first. He gives her hair a rub before pulling back slowly and speaking in a low whisper.]
Alright. I guess you can take your time.