#galaxygorged

outofcharacter. HE’S LIKE. TEXTBOOK…. NEUTRAL EVIL. LIKE…. THE VERY DEFINITION HJDLKSA

❝Hmm… I don’t know…❞ she drawls, mashing the fullness of her lips together in a catlike taunt, running the pad of an index finger against her cheek and tapping it thereafter( slow and sensual, her movements sly, feral ), ❝if you came to see my nipple again, all you had to do was ask. Why preface that with the monotony of a greeting?❞ Although she did appreciate his smile.

The aforementioned smile he donned especially for her (and was incredibly genuine, in comparison to the smiles he was wont to make otherwise, which were all very deceitful in their purpose; rather than displaying pleasure, their sole intent was to conceal his emotions and true personality behind a brilliant, amiable façade) begins to wilt almost immediately. It does not fade into a frown, or any other such expression, but instead flattens out into an incredulous -- and extremely embarrassed -- stare.

He does little beyond stare at her and blink rapidly for several seconds, mouth held agape as if she had ripped all his words straight from his throat at the same time that she had stolen all the air from his lungs.

‵ I, I -- ′ a rather undignified stutter bounces off his tongue as he attempts to regain his composure. Masamune was rather used to being the one to disarm others, to leaving them speechless and mystified by his motivations, to purposefully pulling their leg all for the sake of his own amusement. But Kohana has proven more than capable of doing the same to him on several occasions, as she has so beautifully exemplified in the breadth of a single sentence.

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