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itsuki "what oral fixation" kagami ([personal profile] lollypops) wrote in [community profile] mysteries2015-09-12 02:28 pm

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



( actual rendition of what's going on here tbh )
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[personal profile] kusatsu 2015-10-03 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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?
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[personal profile] kusatsu 2015-10-04 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.]