pishirogane | prismatica

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Yes, I do, and I was fortunate to have the drive and resources to come this far.

[But that's the key issue... and she doesn't know if she wants people trying to accomplish things before they're ready.]

Yes... all of this is hypothetical. I'm at least glad I could inspire you.

Whadda they call 'em... oh, muses! You're like my muse, and you even get the wings sometimes n' everything.

Bunny-Bat muse. With tentacles.

A bit much on a muse, isn't it?

[She looked away, red again because she could really do without the tentacles despite everything they can do... ahem.]

[He turned to look her way.]

Do you not like 'em...? I wager they could help a lot with your projects, havin' so many extra arms like that.

They also feel really friggin' nice.

O-Oh...

[Well, at least he does enjoy them.]

Well, they can be helpful, but they're not good for projects that require fine detail.

[He offered his hands.]

People say that about my hands, too, and look what I can make, yeah?

You just gotta keep at it, I think.

[Looking at his hands, she soon took one into both of hers and began to trace over the callous marks he had on his palm.]

Perhaps? The issue really is the suckers picking up more than they need to.

Yeah, they are pretty intense...

[He frowned thoughtfully.]

What's it like...? I mean, you just feel through 'em, right? And you could stick to stuff.

... It's strange, but no different from touching with my fingers. However, I can... slightly 'taste' with them too.

Taste!?

[He'd ask if she was joking but no. Not about things like this.]

H-how, um... strongly, exactly?

[Oh no. He needs to take more baths. But what if his skin dries out...??]

... Think of it like when you taste something upon smelling it. It's comparable to that.

[So, while not the same as her mouth, it was still pretty strong.]

[Thinking on it now, he never disliked how she tasted, so maybe... maybe he was okay. Still, the whole idea of being able to taste through suckers on your arms was pretty wild.]

Hmmm. Then I'm glad I don't sweat as much as I used to, h-heheh...

[He gave the menu a twirl.]

Oh, and this all looks pretty good. Can't choose, though. Ya might need ta be the tiebreaker.

... It's fine if you did.

[B-But getting their minds off this, they were supposed to be ordering food, right?]

Hm, which ones look the most appealing to you?

[She really was too kind... but she was blunt- if it bothered her, she'd tell him, right? God, he hoped.]

U-uhm... I dunno, I figure since it's cold as hell out, maybe we stick to tradition and maybe ask if they can make zenzai, too!

[Because what better to warm you up? Ah, but maybe it'd be too sweet for her... but he was in a comfort food kinda mood.]

[Oh yes, she would tell him.]

A more traditional meal does sound appealing.

Hmm... Zenzai. Yes, we could ask. And if they don't have it exactly, they might have an equivalent; however, I may just split with you if that's alright.

[He was right assuming it might be on the 'too sweet' for her scale.]

S-sure, we can split it!

[He went for the tablet and found the app for it. Huh, the prismals just... try to be as convenient as possible, huh? But he grinned a bit.]

But Naoto... Naoto, that means we'd have to share mochi. That's an indirect kiss!

[Nodding, she watches him order with a smile.]

Would you prefer I kiss you directly? I think I can do that while we're waiting...

[Let's see... this, that, aaaand... this? Yeah. Maybe some light treats, too. It was the holidays! Nothing too sweet, since he probably should ease up on sweets anyway. With a little notif, the order was acknowledged. He gave the tablet a little nudge onto the table, where it would lay forgotten.]

Oooh... that sounds like a better idea.

[He reached out and tucked her hair back, offering a lopsided smile. Maybe he did see her every day now, living together and working to figure out what the fuck was happening with this planet, but that didn't mean he couldn't just... look at her. Could anyone blame him?

Then again, how long had he spent avoiding looking at her all through high school, dumbass that he was?]

Haha, I thought it might.

[Leaning to his hand, she brought her eyes to focus on his face before her own hands reached up to caress his cheeks and trace his jawline. He was staring at her so intensely, but that was fine. She's gotten better use to it.]

[Just like she's gotten easier with kissing him in privacy.]

[So much easier. To think he was once so terrified of being within arm's reach of her to boot. Now he all but melted against the touch, doing nothing to mask the small shiver up his back.]

...Lights...?

[It was such a weird habit, but he was thankful that his unfocused command was acknowledged, the cable car helpfully darkening a number of interior lights. They lived in garish 1980's world, but that didn't mean he had to be alright with the brights.

Kanji sank into that kiss with a soft sigh, idly noticing that the tip of her nose was as cold as his. Maybe they'd spent a little too long out in the woods. Hell with it... nobody caught a cold when you had things like moonlacing.]

[She was glad to have the lights dim; there was only so much of the 1980s colors she could take daily. If this allowed them some relief, she welcomed it.]

[Of course, those were second thoughts. Her first thought had to be on his lips, their kissing, and how their noses touched - cold, but warming. She hummed against his mouth and shifted more into his lap.]

[He opened to her, arms winding around her frame and pulling her atop as she moved into his lap. There was always that dark, secret little thrill about being with her like this, even for something as 'mild' as kissing her. It was like they hadn't had any privacy for hours...

It always made his glasses steam, but damn it if he even cared, sizzling away as he worked the warm the both of them.

She didn't need this right here... nimble fingers loosened her scarf and let it slither to the bench, exposing the nape of her neck to that first touch. But was it Chroma, or his own innate fire magic flowing through his blood that always left that tingling warmth in his fingers' wake?]

[She's appreciative that they don't often have to speak when things reached this point; otherwise, it might allow the cold air in on the moment.]

[Still, cold air was felt briefly as he unwound her scarf, but his dancing fingers resulted in her minute shivers, the Chroma swiftly ridding the chill. Well, if he was going to be like that, she thought, unwilling to break their kiss while her hands got at his coat. Food might be coming soon, but... but they had enough time to fool around a little, right?]

[Kanji was absolutely going to be like that, and warmed to the fingers against the zipper of his coat. Any warmth they needed they'd just make together, whether by conjured fire or by the pleasure of each other's company.

The leather of his coat sank under its own weight, a shift of his shoulders letting the heavy thing make its own pile on the bench. He moved to return the favor, gently easing open her coat as the embers in his belly urged him onward. His lips parted as his mind spun, deepening the next kiss. He was blissfully unaware that he'd just put in a food order.]

[With their coats gone, Naoto wanted to remove more - so, so badly she did, but she could not remove from her head that they were expecting something soon. Dressing down and fooling around completely would have to wait...]

[... but, they could at least remove the minimum, right? She might have to remove her pants, but that was fine. She dragged her hands over his chest, reaching down to his crotch to toy with his pants. Hopefully he understood her intention, but if not, she could pull away for more than a breath to explain.]