#dashiingly

    After a whole day full of Naotsugu conspicuously taking Dash around town, doing activity after activity after activity with her, they had finally arrived to what he said to be their ‘final’ stop. With large hands placed gently around the girl’s eyes ( his cheeks lightly blushing when her hair tickled against him at times ) he steadily lead her in some direction, focusing mostly on trying to make sure she wasn’t looking in between the cracks of his fingers while also trying not to walk her into a WALL. 

And yes, while he was a loud and openly SELF-PROCLAIMED pervert, now was one of those moments where he was quiet. He allowed his lean arms to speak for themselves, gently but securely wrapping themselves around Dash ( who he ALWAYS thought, and would always continue to think of, as strong, and brilliant, and dazzling ). His body felt calmly warm as he pressed he adjusted himself to comfortably rest his chin against her head, eyelids lowering as the only sound heard was that of reassuring BREATH. 

ooc. Taller than the Empire State building.

        ❛   anyway, it’ll work. probably. y’know, just another standard problem in the territory of super suits.   ❜