[ okay, he can have that one. but judging by his face? he liked it. when her thigh was pressing to his cheek, anyway.
it's not easy realizing and accepting you're a biiit of the problem, but he's made tougher miracles happen. it's the whole reason hiyori has been far less jungle savate happy no matter what moronic thing yato gets up to that pisses her off. realizing that she can hurt him.
barring the onsen. ]
We can be more than selfish together. We can be happy together.
[ definitely in trouble's arms!! or trouble magnet. she melts into him with every ministration. warm palms gliding along her back. fingers tugging gently on her hair, making her scalp prickle.
it's for those times he's LONELY. ]
I - I know what it's like. [ she's not a TOTAL shy prude, ok?? she was a teenager with hormones, too. yato talking her through it over the ocular makes her feel SOME kinda way. ]
Maybe, if you can handle it, one night I'll stay in my own room. And you can "talk me through it."
[ when does yato not want to play? well, they haven't really since Christmas with her busy schedule and how tired she is when she finally collapses into bed with him. how many days is that...? a week. sheesh.
sorry, yato. she'll make it up to you. ]
... Okay. We can mess around. But first, do you want to look through the calendar? [ without waiting, she leans over and picks up the special gift he set aside. ]
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it's not easy realizing and accepting you're a biiit of the problem, but he's made tougher miracles happen. it's the whole reason hiyori has been far less jungle savate happy no matter what moronic thing yato gets up to that pisses her off. realizing that she can hurt him.
barring the onsen. ]
We can be more than selfish together. We can be happy together.
[ definitely in trouble's arms!! or trouble magnet. she melts into him with every ministration. warm palms gliding along her back. fingers tugging gently on her hair, making her scalp prickle.
it's for those times he's LONELY. ]
I - I know what it's like. [ she's not a TOTAL shy prude, ok?? she was a teenager with hormones, too. yato talking her through it over the ocular makes her feel SOME kinda way. ]
Maybe, if you can handle it, one night I'll stay in my own room. And you can "talk me through it."
[ when does yato not want to play? well, they haven't really since Christmas with her busy schedule and how tired she is when she finally collapses into bed with him. how many days is that...? a week. sheesh.
sorry, yato. she'll make it up to you. ]
... Okay. We can mess around. But first, do you want to look through the calendar? [ without waiting, she leans over and picks up the special gift he set aside. ]