[She thought about it for a moment, thumbs stroking his idly as she concentrated.]
Mmm... not really. Dad teaches me phrases, and then doesn't tell me exactly what they mean, so I could literally be telling someone to fuck all the way off in five languages, instead of like, asking where I am.
Like, I know ciao and bella in Italian, but also... Ti metto un remo in culo e ti sventolo per l’aria. What does that mean? I just don't know. It makes Dad laugh, though.
[ He was definitely focusing a little too much on the way that she was stroking his hands, it was nice and comforting in a way. It was fine just letting her talk, the idle chatter just a soothing as holding hands.
Or it least it had been before she got to that last phrase, Mista shooting bolt upright with a deep flush on his cheeks. ]
[ He was unintelligible for a moment, a chain of Italian mumbling as he tried to sort out his thoughts. He couldn't say something like that to her, right? But she was asking, what was he supposed to do? Just refuse and let some one else be more crass about it later?
No, no, no! He couldn't let that happen, biting down on his lower lip before he let out a heavy sigh. ]
[ Oh, god, really? There were a few more unintelligible noises from Mista before he finally mumbled under his breath. ]
Mannaggia a me...
[ He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as those little nervous beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Why had she gotten so close? Somehow that made it feel like it would have been harder for him to get it out, his gaze shifting to the side as he finally built up his nerve. ]
...look, it's...when you say something like that you're basically telling them that you're going to stuff an oar in their ass and wave them around like...a flag...
[ The more he talked the more he thought he was going to pass out but he'd finally made it to the end. ]
[ It was something of a relief to hear her agree to not use it unless she had to, it wasn't like he could really police what people said but she seemed like such a nice girl. It would have been a shame for her to be ruined by someone's shitty colloquialisms. He leaned back against the couch again, head craning toward the ceiling as he let out that sigh of relief. ]
I mean, I guess you'd just say it when you wanted someone to know that you've got it out for them. It's not like you're supposed to use it literally or anything...
[Kokoro shifted from her position on the ground to her position next to Mista. Not sure how close or far he was comfortable with her being (sitting between his legs not withstanding) she opted to sit with a hand's width between them. ]
I learned that the hard way, though. The libero on my team borrowed my camera once, and she's only 157 centimeters, so I'm a giant next to her. And here she goes, with my camera. Chin shots for everyone.
[She giggled, thinking of her friends at home. Sure, she missed them but crying over them had been for immediately after she arrived.]
[ He made sure to reach out and take her hand back once she was settled, patting the back of it idly. ]
You're not trying to tell me that there's something wrong with the angle of my chin or anything, are you?
[ He knew that wasn't what she was trying to say, but even he knew that as hard as someone tried it was difficult not to dwell on the fact that you'd been separated from your friends. It was a distraction, even if it seemed like a vain one. ]
But everyone gets this little line of fat because they think they need to angle their chin down just a little to look at them. So instead the better thing to do is to take the picture like, a few feet away. I'm not going to do it now, but, imagine me on my knees right?
[No, it did not occur to her to not leave a pause there. And she lets it sit for a few seconds before she continues.]
But like, on the other side of the table. Then you can look down at me, without putting your chin down. Some people like that, you know? A really fierce look from that angle.
[ Mista certainly did his best not to look into the way that things were said, not to take them out of context but even he had to admit to himself that it was difficult sometimes. When a cute girl sits next to you and says 'imagine me on my knees' on a sex planet...well it was something that he didn't really want to think about more than he already had.
Still there was a slight flush, shifting gears as he listened and nodded idly. ]
[Ahh, she was talking too much about photography. But she didn't know what he liked. Unsure what to say next, she lifted his hand and pressed her lips to the back of it. It left a pale pink lip mark against his dark skin.]
Thanks for listening to me babble, Mista. I appreciate it.
[ The kiss was enough to completely catch him off guard, Mista staring down at his hand for a second as a flush rose to his cheeks. That embarrassment from their little language lesson felt long forgotten as it was replaced with something different... ]
Oh yeah, sure, no problem. We're friends so why wouldn't I?
[ He was still staring down at the lipstick that shimmered on the back of his hand, almost as if he suddenly remembered why she they were here. He could feel the tips of his ears warming with a nervous blush, gaze shifting down to the floor for a moment before he loudly blurted out the first thing that came to mind. ]
Do you wanna kiss or something...?
[ He didn't want to do it without asking first, there were better ways to do it but it was that sudden reminder of what she needed help with that had pushed him down this path. ]
[She weighs the pros and cons about this. Mista might give her a little more than chroma if they do, but she won't press her luck. And if she feels the drawing of life energy, she'll just pull back and apologize. Do what her great-however-many-grandmother told her what to do.]
Yeah, I do. It'll generate more, right? More than this?
[She motioned to their hands. with her free one. You're doing this because you don't want to die, remember? It's fine. It's fine if it's this.
Anyway, she'd kissed her first boyfriend plenty of times. She liked Mista more than him. Amazing what a little bit of consent would do for someone's standing.
She stopped navel-gazing and stroked Mista's cheek before leaning in to kiss him.]
[ He'd honestly expected her to think about it a little longer when she'd hesitated like that, barely having time to give her much of an answer when she asked about generating more chroma. The hand on his face was nice, tender in a way that made him flush just a little more.
He shifted just a little to sink into that kiss, his own hand coming up to rest over hers to return that gentle action she'd shown him. He wasn't sure what her limits were but that was fine, content to linger there for as long as she would let him. This was definitely just fine, Mista letting out a soft hum before he gave her hand at his side a little squeeze. He hadn't meant for her to make the first move but it was safer that way, probably more comfortable for her in the long run. Still, he couldn't help but note that her lips were a little cooler than he'd expected; though still just as soft as they'd looked. ]
[ Surprisingly, Kokoro does like kissing. It's the least scary thing to do with someone else when your definition of making out always stops with the clothes on.
Still, she could feel the tiniest trickle of life energy drawing from him into her, warming her lips by a few degrees. Kokoro pulled back and flushed red.]
[ He was probably just as red by the time that she pulled away, not quite sure what that feeling was before she'd stopped. He took a second to catch his breath, bringing his tongue out nervously over his lips. ]
What was that...?
[ It was a better question than why are your lips so cold, the second thought that was occupying Mista's mind. ]
[ He just kind of stared at her for a moment, brow raising curiously before he pulled his hand off of hers to rest on her shoulder. ]
Okay, I'm gonna really need you to explain that to me before we do anything else. If you don't mind, I mean.
[ The truth was that he quite liked kissing as well and while the chance to kiss her anywhere else might have been tempting he certainly didn't want to overstep.
SOOO... you probably don't, since you're from Italy, so if you don't know what a yuki-onna is, that's fine. But basically, they're supposed to be a type of ghost in my country. That's what all the legends say. And sometimes they're benevolent, and sometimes they're not. My family has them every once in a while, and surprise! I won the stupid lottery.
I'm not dead or anything, if that's what you're worried about. I'm just a little colder than most people and if I'm not careful I will literally kiss the life out of you.
[She held up both hands and waved them as if trying to assure him.] But I really try not to. It's supposed to help enhance my abilities and things, but I don't... super like it. I even had my great-whatever grandmother teach me how to control it better.
I could show you sometime, but in order to do that I'd have to kiss like 10 people to get the most energy and also not like... kill anyone.
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Mmm... not really. Dad teaches me phrases, and then doesn't tell me exactly what they mean, so I could literally be telling someone to fuck all the way off in five languages, instead of like, asking where I am.
Like, I know ciao and bella in Italian, but also... Ti metto un remo in culo e ti sventolo per l’aria. What does that mean? I just don't know. It makes Dad laugh, though.
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Or it least it had been before she got to that last phrase, Mista shooting bolt upright with a deep flush on his cheeks. ]
Y-you learned that from your dad?!
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[Clearly it either meant something bad, or something dirty, and she couldn't tell which with the way he was flushing red.]
...Mista?
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No, no, no! He couldn't let that happen, biting down on his lower lip before he let out a heavy sigh. ]
It's...uhhh...yeah it's...something...
[ JUST SAY IT!!! ]
...somethingaboutshovinganoarupsomeone'sassandwavingthemlikeaflag.
[ All mashed up, just like that. ]
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Say that again, I didn't understand you.
[Kokoro leaned her head forward and put her fox ear closer to his mouth, tip of her nose against his shoulder.]
Clearly, too, you blurred that all together.
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Mannaggia a me...
[ He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as those little nervous beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Why had she gotten so close? Somehow that made it feel like it would have been harder for him to get it out, his gaze shifting to the side as he finally built up his nerve. ]
...look, it's...when you say something like that you're basically telling them that you're going to stuff an oar in their ass and wave them around like...a flag...
[ The more he talked the more he thought he was going to pass out but he'd finally made it to the end. ]
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That wasn't so bad. It sounds something like a delinquent might say. But maybe more colorful. They stick to ruder language, though.
[Kokoro, satisfied with his explanation, took her seat back on the floor and squeezed his hands.]
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[ He was still horribly embarrassed but at least that squeeze to his hands was reassuring in some way. ]
...so maybe just don't say it unless you know someone isn't going to take it personally or something.
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[She let go of one of his hands so that she could cross her
kokoroheart, then took it back.]Like, when would you even use it, anyway? Not in the "friendly friendship won't take offense" way, but when you'd really mean it.
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I mean, I guess you'd just say it when you wanted someone to know that you've got it out for them. It's not like you're supposed to use it literally or anything...
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[She giggled quietly at the mental image.]
Are you going to beat them with it, hoist them like a flag? It's a surprise.
[Kokoro rested her cheek on his knee, looking up at him.]
Did you know this is actually the worst angle to look at someone?
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[ The imagery was enough to even make Mista laugh just a little, shaking his head some before glancing down at her. ]
Is it? Should I move or something?
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[Kokoro shifted from her position on the ground to her position next to Mista. Not sure how close or far he was comfortable with her being (sitting between his legs not withstanding) she opted to sit with a hand's width between them. ]
I learned that the hard way, though. The libero on my team borrowed my camera once, and she's only 157 centimeters, so I'm a giant next to her. And here she goes, with my camera. Chin shots for everyone.
[She giggled, thinking of her friends at home. Sure, she missed them but crying over them had been for immediately after she arrived.]
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You're not trying to tell me that there's something wrong with the angle of my chin or anything, are you?
[ He knew that wasn't what she was trying to say, but even he knew that as hard as someone tried it was difficult not to dwell on the fact that you'd been separated from your friends. It was a distraction, even if it seemed like a vain one. ]
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[Kokoro laughed. She did miss her friends.]
But everyone gets this little line of fat because they think they need to angle their chin down just a little to look at them. So instead the better thing to do is to take the picture like, a few feet away. I'm not going to do it now, but, imagine me on my knees right?
[No, it did not occur to her to not leave a pause there. And she lets it sit for a few seconds before she continues.]
But like, on the other side of the table. Then you can look down at me, without putting your chin down. Some people like that, you know? A really fierce look from that angle.
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Still there was a slight flush, shifting gears as he listened and nodded idly. ]
Yeah, that makes sense...
[ Yep, totally. ]
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Thanks for listening to me babble, Mista. I appreciate it.
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Oh yeah, sure, no problem. We're friends so why wouldn't I?
[ He was still staring down at the lipstick that shimmered on the back of his hand, almost as if he suddenly remembered why she they were here. He could feel the tips of his ears warming with a nervous blush, gaze shifting down to the floor for a moment before he loudly blurted out the first thing that came to mind. ]
Do you wanna kiss or something...?
[ He didn't want to do it without asking first, there were better ways to do it but it was that sudden reminder of what she needed help with that had pushed him down this path. ]
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[She weighs the pros and cons about this. Mista might give her a little more than chroma if they do, but she won't press her luck. And if she feels the drawing of life energy, she'll just pull back and apologize. Do what her great-however-many-grandmother told her what to do.]
Yeah, I do. It'll generate more, right? More than this?
[She motioned to their hands. with her free one. You're doing this because you don't want to die, remember? It's fine. It's fine if it's
this.
Anyway, she'd kissed her first boyfriend plenty of times. She liked Mista more than him. Amazing what a little bit of consent would do for someone's standing.
She stopped navel-gazing and stroked Mista's cheek before leaning in to kiss him.]
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He shifted just a little to sink into that kiss, his own hand coming up to rest over hers to return that gentle action she'd shown him. He wasn't sure what her limits were but that was fine, content to linger there for as long as she would let him. This was definitely just fine, Mista letting out a soft hum before he gave her hand at his side a little squeeze. He hadn't meant for her to make the first move but it was safer that way, probably more comfortable for her in the long run. Still, he couldn't help but note that her lips were a little cooler than he'd expected; though still just as soft as they'd looked. ]
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Still, she could feel the tiniest trickle of life energy drawing from him into her, warming her lips by a few degrees. Kokoro pulled back and flushed red.]
S-sorry, I didn't mean to do that.
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What was that...?
[ It was a better question than why are your lips so cold, the second thought that was occupying Mista's mind. ]
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[ She squeezed his hand, now properly nervous. ]
You can kiss me anywhere else, though, and it won't happen. I guess lips are still off limits.
[ Being a yuki-onna was a pain, someone please hit her with a bus so she can be a normal person next life. ]
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Okay, I'm gonna really need you to explain that to me before we do anything else. If you don't mind, I mean.
[ The truth was that he quite liked kissing as well and while the chance to kiss her anywhere else might have been tempting he certainly didn't want to overstep.
Or become over enthusiastic. ]
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[Kokoro patted his hand.]
SOOO... you probably don't, since you're from Italy, so if you don't know what a yuki-onna is, that's fine. But basically, they're supposed to be a type of ghost in my country. That's what all the legends say. And sometimes they're benevolent, and sometimes they're not. My family has them every once in a while, and surprise! I won the stupid lottery.
I'm not dead or anything, if that's what you're worried about. I'm just a little colder than most people and if I'm not careful I will literally kiss the life out of you.
[She held up both hands and waved them as if trying to assure him.] But I really try not to. It's supposed to help enhance my abilities and things, but I don't... super like it. I even had my great-whatever grandmother teach me how to control it better.
I could show you sometime, but in order to do that I'd have to kiss like 10 people to get the most energy and also not like... kill anyone.
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