[ Mari swallows. Kanan sounds so-- serious. And her hand is steady around hers, and warm, and Mari is made instantly and acutely aware of how sticky her own hand must be making it. But she really, really doesn't want to pull away.
For what it's worth, her skin's growing hotter by the second. ]
Then-- then you don't mind? [ No, ugh, that's not clear-cut enough-- ] I mean, could I... kiss you?
[ Her voice drops to a very tiny mumble at the end, there. Almost funny, this timidness, for how shamelessly affectionate she is the rest of the time. ]
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For what it's worth, her skin's growing hotter by the second. ]
Then-- then you don't mind? [ No, ugh, that's not clear-cut enough-- ] I mean, could I... kiss you?
[ Her voice drops to a very tiny mumble at the end, there. Almost funny, this timidness, for how shamelessly affectionate she is the rest of the time. ]