[ Nami closes the distance, crossing the pods into his little territory and offers her hand; Rokurou tilts his head against her palm, affectionate, rubbing his cheek into the curve of her fingers like a housecat. A rub that he turns his chin into, brushing the curve of his lips against her in a feather-light kiss. ]
But I would have disguised my voice. Really committed to it, you know?
[ He leans back on his little couch after that, pointedly patting his lap, offering a cheeky grin and an air of expectation— ]
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[ Nami closes the distance, crossing the pods into his little territory and offers her hand; Rokurou tilts his head against her palm, affectionate, rubbing his cheek into the curve of her fingers like a housecat. A rub that he turns his chin into, brushing the curve of his lips against her in a feather-light kiss. ]
But I would have disguised my voice. Really committed to it, you know?
[ He leans back on his little couch after that, pointedly patting his lap, offering a cheeky grin and an air of expectation— ]
Care to sit? I still think you should console me.