[ It's strange, the feeling of placing a kiss on him like that. But truthfully she's rather fond of strange. After all most have always been rather insistent on the fact that she's strange. Even her own sister. Family is complicated.
Idly she continues to trace her tongue along, pressing a little more firmly here and there just to get a reaction from him. ]
You have a wonderful laugh. [ It helps that she just really likes hearing people be happy. Hearing him be happy. Her own voice is airy, light, but also intertwined with a large amount of kindness. Her own warmth. ] I'm happy to hear that.
[ Strange has been Yamada's shield for some time. He got so sick of trying to find somewhere he fit, he made sure there was nowhere he could. So much easier to be a weird story to tell, passing through people's lives as shallowly as possible. He's trying to change, connect with people.
And he'll take all the strange he can get.
He doesn't laugh often. He usually performs that curious way of talking that implies it instead, but Kori earns a second when her tongue touches a sensitive little node of energy. He's glad she enjoys it, and lifts his hands cup her face. ]
Nobody makes me laugh like you.
[ A wave of pixelated lights passes over his visor eyes, forming a crude digital fireworks display. From Yamada, that may as well have been a confession of eternal love, and she gets a kiss that tells a similar story. Hot, sweet, electric- literally, a tingling buzz on his lips and the segmented metal of his tongue has an ozone tang. ]
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Idly she continues to trace her tongue along, pressing a little more firmly here and there just to get a reaction from him. ]
You have a wonderful laugh. [ It helps that she just really likes hearing people be happy. Hearing him be happy. Her own voice is airy, light, but also intertwined with a large amount of kindness. Her own warmth. ] I'm happy to hear that.
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And he'll take all the strange he can get.
He doesn't laugh often. He usually performs that curious way of talking that implies it instead, but Kori earns a second when her tongue touches a sensitive little node of energy. He's glad she enjoys it, and lifts his hands cup her face. ]
Nobody makes me laugh like you.
[ A wave of pixelated lights passes over his visor eyes, forming a crude digital fireworks display. From Yamada, that may as well have been a confession of eternal love, and she gets a kiss that tells a similar story. Hot, sweet, electric- literally, a tingling buzz on his lips and the segmented metal of his tongue has an ozone tang. ]