[Shiro doesn't, on the whole, curse. He was raised with better manners than that -
and he was surrounded by teenagers for a large portion of his time as well these past few years.
But there were just times that called for it and finding out that Hana had even more layers on than he's already thought was a justifiable reason if he'd ever come across one. Her hands on his face have his complete attention though, just as he's wondering if he's allowed to rip thing and his eyes, very dark, focus on her.
And his lips twitch a little bit into a smile in answer to her little laugh and declaration. It's a little easier to breathe then.
He gives in to her suggestion right away though, shifting over her to lay on his back and pull her up on top of him. She's incredibly light and small and he's amazed, all over again, that she's so vivid that it makes her seem to fill so much more space than she does. He's glad for that vividness. And he reaches up once she's settled to push the yukata off her slender shoulder, hands trailing over her skin, shaking his head at the fact that yes - there really is another layer at least.
Maybe his grandmother wasn't as helpful as he'd suspected.]
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and he was surrounded by teenagers for a large portion of his time as well these past few years.
But there were just times that called for it and finding out that Hana had even more layers on than he's already thought was a justifiable reason if he'd ever come across one. Her hands on his face have his complete attention though, just as he's wondering if he's allowed to rip thing and his eyes, very dark, focus on her.
And his lips twitch a little bit into a smile in answer to her little laugh and declaration. It's a little easier to breathe then.
He gives in to her suggestion right away though, shifting over her to lay on his back and pull her up on top of him. She's incredibly light and small and he's amazed, all over again, that she's so vivid that it makes her seem to fill so much more space than she does. He's glad for that vividness. And he reaches up once she's settled to push the yukata off her slender shoulder, hands trailing over her skin, shaking his head at the fact that yes - there really is another layer at least.
Maybe his grandmother wasn't as helpful as he'd suspected.]