I dunno - might have to tag them in. Sounds exhausting already!
[ She tries to play it cool, keep it light. He knows where she stands. If he needed her, she was there – reluctant of if they had squashed their unsolved mysteries prior. It was fortunate that they did... that something clicked with them tonight to just... let things hit a boiling point. Of longing for simpler times, of attractions that was based on their synergy.
Stubborn as she was, she was... glad he kissed her. Glad he said the dumb things he said. If he didn't, she wouldn't truthfully knew where she stood. It would have been an assortment of awkwardness, of forcing a smile that she didn't want to.
Now – she can't help but show a toothy grin while she rods it up for him. Chat, go ahead and clip that. ]
I'm just saying... If you're going to take all my attention, leave some for gaming.
[ Hana isn't a healer by any means. Even if she wanted to... it wasn't her speed. The hum of the staff was just giving her a sense that she was really doing something. She thought she really was healing him good enough! She leans back when he calls out something being a little – ... off. Did she do it wrong? Was she maybe turning it on the wrong mode?
It clicks when he starts very clearly undressing. Hana feels red rush to her features but... she doesn't pull her gaze away. Sure, if they hadn't nearly got turned into a kebab kissing on the beach – she'd have looked away out of respect but... she's not a child. He wants her to look, she guesses, and she still plays her Dr. Song role while standing next to him at enough distance to let the aura work into him. There's some scars she remembers – the ones on his arms and shoulder blades... she's ran her fingers against those more times than she'd like to admit. ]
Dinner and a show. Nice.
[ An innocent whistle was followed by a snicker. Either way, the Hana was his medic today – and the staff does a fair enough job. It wasn't as strong or even as thorough as Mercy's... but it was good enough. Safe and sturdy when it needed to be. As his wound heals before her, Hana finally switches the staff "off" once it closes up. ]
Another paintstroke to the canvas.
[ And soon, he'd feel her palm press into his muscle softly, running her thumb over the scar as if trying to test something. Rougher, then soft – back and forth she strokes at him with a curious glance. ]
no subject
[ She tries to play it cool, keep it light. He knows where she stands. If he needed her, she was there – reluctant of if they had squashed their unsolved mysteries prior. It was fortunate that they did... that something clicked with them tonight to just... let things hit a boiling point. Of longing for simpler times, of attractions that was based on their synergy.
Stubborn as she was, she was... glad he kissed her. Glad he said the dumb things he said. If he didn't, she wouldn't truthfully knew where she stood. It would have been an assortment of awkwardness, of forcing a smile that she didn't want to.
Now – she can't help but show a toothy grin while she rods it up for him. Chat, go ahead and clip that. ]
I'm just saying... If you're going to take all my attention, leave some for gaming.
[ Hana isn't a healer by any means. Even if she wanted to... it wasn't her speed. The hum of the staff was just giving her a sense that she was really doing something. She thought she really was healing him good enough! She leans back when he calls out something being a little – ... off. Did she do it wrong? Was she maybe turning it on the wrong mode?
It clicks when he starts very clearly undressing. Hana feels red rush to her features but... she doesn't pull her gaze away. Sure, if they hadn't nearly got turned into a kebab kissing on the beach – she'd have looked away out of respect but... she's not a child. He wants her to look, she guesses, and she still plays her Dr. Song role while standing next to him at enough distance to let the aura work into him. There's some scars she remembers – the ones on his arms and shoulder blades... she's ran her fingers against those more times than she'd like to admit. ]
Dinner and a show. Nice.
[ An innocent whistle was followed by a snicker. Either way, the Hana was his medic today – and the staff does a fair enough job. It wasn't as strong or even as thorough as Mercy's... but it was good enough. Safe and sturdy when it needed to be. As his wound heals before her, Hana finally switches the staff "off" once it closes up. ]
Another paintstroke to the canvas.
[ And soon, he'd feel her palm press into his muscle softly, running her thumb over the scar as if trying to test something. Rougher, then soft – back and forth she strokes at him with a curious glance. ]
Is it tender? Hurt?