[She knows… she knows he’s trying to show that he isn’t holding a grudge against her, that he’s trying to show that she needn’t linger on those less pleasant things, but Hayame cannot help but huff and bluster over it, betraying how embarrassing she had found it to cave in to the weak emotions she had in the face of his offer of affection. Knowing that he must remember how she looked crying, that no matter how he seemed to accept it surely a part of him must have found the display unbecoming…
If not, by some miracle, then she would find it unbecoming enough for the both of them.
But his fingers slip along her dun coat and brush against her pelt wrap, the edges of her sleeveless kimono’s hem, and she… she doesn’t know what to do. He is so close that it’s hard, but her one remaining eye tries to focus on his, quietly asking for his intent. She doesn’t shy away, exactly, she doesn’t run… but her tail is swishing somewhat audibly behind her, her sharp canines digging briefly into her bottom lip.]
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If not, by some miracle, then she would find it unbecoming enough for the both of them.
But his fingers slip along her dun coat and brush against her pelt wrap, the edges of her sleeveless kimono’s hem, and she… she doesn’t know what to do. He is so close that it’s hard, but her one remaining eye tries to focus on his, quietly asking for his intent. She doesn’t shy away, exactly, she doesn’t run… but her tail is swishing somewhat audibly behind her, her sharp canines digging briefly into her bottom lip.]