[She's so focused on pressing the whole of herself warm against him that she doesn't think about the details. Hasn't for a moment. Being this close is like resting under a comfortable weight, snuggling under a heavy blanket — only to have it ripped off when he starts talking about body parts.]
[In a flash she pulls back her control from his limbs, frightened by the instinct to flex a tail that's still growing back. The lights dim and flicker sullenly before she remembers to exhale.]
If he gets mad at you for that, I'll kick his ass.
[Her voice is sulky, a tone she doesn't really use unless she's with Komaeda. They're both brats. Sometimes at the same time.]
[Don't tell me it's less painful. You're in pain now. She doesn't even say this in the privacy of their shared space, but the emotion of it, sad and prickly and frustrated, isn't something she's able to hide.]
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[She's so focused on pressing the whole of herself warm against him that she doesn't think about the details. Hasn't for a moment. Being this close is like resting under a comfortable weight, snuggling under a heavy blanket — only to have it ripped off when he starts talking about body parts.]
[In a flash she pulls back her control from his limbs, frightened by the instinct to flex a tail that's still growing back. The lights dim and flicker sullenly before she remembers to exhale.]
If he gets mad at you for that, I'll kick his ass.
[Her voice is sulky, a tone she doesn't really use unless she's with Komaeda. They're both brats. Sometimes at the same time.]
[Don't tell me it's less painful. You're in pain now. She doesn't even say this in the privacy of their shared space, but the emotion of it, sad and prickly and frustrated, isn't something she's able to hide.]