[ 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.
[ It was a lot of information for him to take in, mulling over it silently. It didn't seem like a particularly bad thing and while it had felt a little strange, he couldn't say that he felt like he was in any danger either.
Not any real danger.
He paused in his thoughts to look at his hands and then down at any other part of exposed skin he might have. No crystals. That much was good, enough for him to propose a counter for her explanation. ]
Look, I'm not going to tell you what to do but I don't mind, I'm pretty sure the Chroma will balance it out. Anything you take will probably be given back, you know? And if I feel like I'm getting weak or uhhh...crystally we'll stop. You need the Chroma and we both like kissing so...
[He raised a very valid point. Neither one of them wanted to be turning into crystal. She mulled it over for a few minutes, eyes downcast for a moment while she twisted a loose pink lock of hair around and over her fingers. There was a chance she might hurt him, but he was almost weirdly OK with it?
Ugh, it was a lot to think about. Kokoro nodded after another long pause.]
[ There wasn't really hesitation in that tone, Mista finding himself mildly amused that he hadn't really had to try really hard to put her at ease. He hoped that was a good thing at least, hand slipping up from her shoulder to rest on her cheek as he leaned in again. ]
...just tell me if you get too uncomfortable, okay?
[ It wasn't that he really thought he was going to do anything untoward but the girls that he had met here, they were certainly different than Kokoro seemed to be. For the most part, at least. There was only a short pause after he's issued those words, his other hand coming to rest gently at the back of her neck while their lips met again. A gentle kiss, but a lingering one, enough for her to know that she could take as much as she needed. ]
[Her hands were pleasantly cool as she held on lightly to his arms. The odd feeling of her also drawing on his life energy was fainter this time, as she concentrated on turning it down as much as possible. Her tongue darted out along his lower lip in quiet invitation. He might be helping her, but she isn't about to make the experience unpleasant. Despite the best efforts of her body to try and drain him.
Kokoro pulled back after a moment, slightly flushed.]
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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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[ It was a lot of information for him to take in, mulling over it silently. It didn't seem like a particularly bad thing and while it had felt a little strange, he couldn't say that he felt like he was in any danger either.
Not any real danger.
He paused in his thoughts to look at his hands and then down at any other part of exposed skin he might have. No crystals. That much was good, enough for him to propose a counter for her explanation. ]
Look, I'm not going to tell you what to do but I don't mind, I'm pretty sure the Chroma will balance it out. Anything you take will probably be given back, you know? And if I feel like I'm getting weak or uhhh...crystally we'll stop. You need the Chroma and we both like kissing so...
[ S H R U G ? ]
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fingers. There was a chance she might hurt him, but he was almost weirdly OK with it?
Ugh, it was a lot to think about. Kokoro nodded after another long pause.]
So, you should probably kiss me then, huh?
[Well?]
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[ There wasn't really hesitation in that tone, Mista finding himself mildly amused that he hadn't really had to try really hard to put her at ease. He hoped that was a good thing at least, hand slipping up from her shoulder to rest on her cheek as he leaned in again. ]
...just tell me if you get too uncomfortable, okay?
[ It wasn't that he really thought he was going to do anything untoward but the girls that he had met here, they were certainly different than Kokoro seemed to be. For the most part, at least. There was only a short pause after he's issued those words, his other hand coming to rest gently at the back of her neck while their lips met again. A gentle kiss, but a lingering one, enough for her to know that she could take as much as she needed. ]
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[Her hands were pleasantly cool as she held on lightly to his arms. The odd feeling of her also drawing on his life energy was fainter this time, as she concentrated on turning it down as much as possible. Her tongue darted out along his lower lip in quiet invitation. He might be helping her, but she isn't about to make the experience unpleasant. Despite the best efforts of her body to try and drain him.
Kokoro pulled back after a moment, slightly flushed.]
Still OK?