[ Asura holds her by the hips, lifts and does a full twirl before the kiss ends- without putting her down. His joy is flowing out of him in literal waves, energy that contorts reality in minor ways to reflect his mood. In this case, all the mannequins their various swimwear claps their hands together and lean to the side, the swooning pose in the sigh of young girls jealous of true love. ]
Well! That's a good start for making up for it, isn't it?
[Smiling, holding onto his shoulders in that just-a-little-too-tight way she often did, as she glanced to the mannequins around them. What an odd sight.]
But I suppose that is a good start. I'll accept that.
[ He likes it when she holds tight. Even when she holds on enough it hurts. Especially when it hurts, when it's a reminder that she'd move Heaven and Earth (possibly literally) to drag him to her side.
It's comforting, to know he can't escape.
That's why he sighs happily as her fingers pinch and pulls her closer, so he can speak right in her ear. ]
Then... the next step should be getting you into something scandalous, surely?
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[And then she found the single, punctuated words - an attempt to replicate his tone - cut off as his lips met her's and she kissed him fondly.
Asura shouldn't be allowed to be this adorable, she decided, as that cute little 'eek' noise he made.]
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Well! That's a good start for making up for it, isn't it?
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[Smiling, holding onto his shoulders in that just-a-little-too-tight way she often did, as she glanced to the mannequins around them. What an odd sight.]
But I suppose that is a good start. I'll accept that.
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It's comforting, to know he can't escape.
That's why he sighs happily as her fingers pinch and pulls her closer, so he can speak right in her ear. ]
Then... the next step should be getting you into something scandalous, surely?