You're tellin' me...! I think our normal-date to prismals-messed-with-us ratio's off-balance. W-we gotta just grab tea sometime or somethin'...!

[Yeah, tea. Like the kind they had in the morning, wisps of steam rising off the surface. He recalled a mug raised to Naoto's lips, a quiet sip, the aroma mingling with the scent of the detective fresh out of a morning shower.

With a groan, cursing his hormone-ridden mind and far too much detail, he turned and hooked an arm around her, one hand smoothing beneath her shirt and up along her stomach.]

N-naoto...

[He paused when he pulled in close, realized his mistake, and pressed his lips feverishly against hers. Prismals, too goddamned dangerous...]