[he pulls her close, until she's flush against him, his hands moving to her waist where her obi sits. he itches to peel off their clothing, an overwhelming need that he's never felt before, and he thinks this is likely this statue's influence. normally, such a thought would be disrespectful to the literal archon and shogun of inazuma. but she's allowing him to do this much, so perhaps it wouldn't be out of the question.
he breaks the kiss, forehead against hers, admiring the soft pink of her cheeks. he eyes the skin revealed by her kimono, then draws his gaze up once more to hopefully catch hers.]
Is this all right, Ei?
[he slips a finger under her obi, testing just how far she'll allow him to go.]
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he breaks the kiss, forehead against hers, admiring the soft pink of her cheeks. he eyes the skin revealed by her kimono, then draws his gaze up once more to hopefully catch hers.]
Is this all right, Ei?
[he slips a finger under her obi, testing just how far she'll allow him to go.]