mysteries | ic; a guy like me can't hold onto or let go of you

[ She gave a light, slightly wet giggle, sighing again into his neck. This is something that she's never felt before. Feeling totally and completely safe in someone's arms. A man's no less. She ran her hands up his back, spreading her fingers out across his shoulder blades. ]

That sounds fair enough to me. So then if you betray my trust, I'll kill you instead.
[ her words were devoid of any real hate or aggression. Only her genuine feelings as she answered his caution.]

You've been betrayed before then, haven't you. Abandoned even... [ She was definitely going to lose him soon, she knew it. he'd sputter and protest and push her away as soon as she hit on something too embarrassing so. So for that moment she held on tighter, not wanting to let go just yet.]

[ It's obvious that she's touching on something, at least, much like Kiyomi herself is already predicting. Itsuki's hands twitch a little bit where they rest on her back, and his body grows a little more tense, as if it's preparing itself for the inevitable denial that's coming up. ]

I'm fine. I've always been fine by myself.

[ It's no direct answer to anything she's saying, but he wouldn't want to give a direct answer anyway - Itsuki wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it. This is just about the most he can do, repeating the same words he's told himself so many times over until he could believe them with all he had. ]

So.. don't force any weird ideas like that on me. [ But even as he's saying that, he's still clinging her, his head tilts a little now so his cheek is resting on the top of her head. It's rather comfortable. ] I'm.. just saying I'll give you a chance. Don't waste it.

[ Feeling him tense up, she began moving her hand soothingly down his back, shifting slightly so she rested more comfortably against him. This was just so nice, she stopped being able to describe it. And so decided to start treading even more carefully as not to not ruin things. ]

Then that makes us the same.

[ She sighed again, while their chests were pressed as close together as they could manage. She could feel his heart beat, and felt their breathing starting to fall into sync. Her other hand went to his head, resting gently in the delicate curls. ]

I'm glad though. I'll trust you too. I know it's not easy. I've only ever been hurt before, even when I did my best to stay uninvolved. So believe me when I say that I won't take this for granted.

[ He lets out a slow breath. Admitting to himself that all of this is nice and comfortable is one thing that he almost - or, well, practically - manages here, but saying anything more is harder. That he feels glad someone is chosing to trust in him, to believe in him. That of course she wouldn't take it for granted, since she seems like a smart person regardless of how weird she is.

.. that there's a part of him that doesn't want her to make such sad expressions anymore, that that same part of him won't let anyone hurt her anymore.

Those are things he can't even admit to himself, let alone to her.

At least he's not moving out of their current positions when he speaks up lazily again. ]

.. where do all of you stay? The girls, I mean.

[ Because it's pretty obvious that here it's guys-only, and he has to know in case he has to-- you know. Check up on her and make sure she isn't betraying his trust. Yeah. That's it. Not because he wants to seek out this warmth again at all. ]

[ she couldn't resist grinning at that, but did resist the many prodding things she wanted to say.]

There is a old-fashioned tea shop two blocks from here. Across from a flower shop and next to an abandoned office building, you can't miss it. Inside is the secret entrance to the Convent through a door in the kitchen.

[She sighed one more time and pulled herself back, just enough to look him straight in the eyes. Her lips curled into a small smirk as her hands fell slowly to rest on his waist, digging her thumbs slightly into his hips. Squeezing just enough to fully get his attention.]

So are you gonna come see me again then?

[ Is this what animals caught in traps feel like? The way her thumbs dig into his sides almost make him feel like he can't escape, like he can only look right into her eyes and listen to the words rolling across her lips. ]

Wha-- [ His jaw drops open a little bit and then shuts itself again at the realisation of what she's asking him. His eyebrows knit together in a frown and he sucks just a little bit harder on his lollipop, his nose wrinkling until he's practically pouting. ]

Don't get carried away!

[ She totally caught onto his intentions though, no matter what he might be saying. Besides, Itsuki is still keeping a more relaxed grip on her too, proving as much. ]

I... I was just-- just curious... [ That's the least convincing excuse ever, huh. ]

[ She grinned again, lifting a hand from his back to pat his cheek briefly.]

Well then if you even need to sate your curiosity, you now know where to find me.

[She leaned forward and touched the tip of his nose with her own. She stood up, letting her hands fall from him lingeringly, keeping prolonged eye contact.]

I have to go now, can't have your Messiah coming back to see me here now I can I.

[ She said with a small grin. She didn't care, and she knew that Ariga honestly wouldn't care. H'ed probably be grateful to her for keeping Itsuki occupied. But she knew that Itsuki would care a whole lot. Already she found herself trying to avoid him making a huge fuss.
She walked to the door, giving him a lingering look as she rested her hand on the door frame, then opened to door and slipped away into the darkness. Her vision was still fringed in gold, everything felt warm. For so long contact with other humans had always been so cold and empty. Only for work or for personal gain. But now she was experiencing the real thing it seemed. Affection, infatuation. As fleeting as those things might be, she was going to grasp them as tightly as she could, even if her hands trembled or her grip faltered.]

[ Itsuki only stares back at her as she moves to leave - he can't even really do as much as open his mouth, he's just staring like he's frozen stiff. It's only when she's left the room that he finally can move again, starting by lightly rubbing the tip of his nose.

It was only a slight touch, not even a kiss or anything, but.. geez, why is he feeling this way? Just by being close to her, by having skin contact with her, by watching her smile like that...

.. it feels so warm.

... Stupid..

For a moment he grabs the pillow off his bed, pressing it against his face before throwing it roughly back to its spot again.

He really likes her for some reason, that weird girl who seems like she sees right through him. It's hard to deny even for him at this point. ]

ic; a guy like me can't hold onto or let go of you

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