Already? [ She repeats incredulously as she reaches for Weiss. ] More like always. [ Nami concludes, her hands settling on Weiss' shoulders before traveling down the length of her arms.
The tips of her fingers skirt up the soft skin of her wrists before Nami laces her fingers with hers, squeezing gently as Weiss leans in to kiss her.
It's no exaggeration. She does always want to kiss Weiss, they're friends, better friends than she is with a lot of people who aren't on her crew, and after enough months together, Nami's grown very used to being more overt about the affection she harbors for Weiss than she is for most people. ]
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The tips of her fingers skirt up the soft skin of her wrists before Nami laces her fingers with hers, squeezing gently as Weiss leans in to kiss her.
It's no exaggeration. She does always want to kiss Weiss, they're friends, better friends than she is with a lot of people who aren't on her crew, and after enough months together, Nami's grown very used to being more overt about the affection she harbors for Weiss than she is for most people. ]