Kissing Meme || Accepting || @wxndswept

"It wouldn't," the enigmatic woman responded in turn. "But you, VIP Shareholder of Penacony, may find yourself in very hot water if you're ever seen associating with me, you know?"

Kafka takes a sip out of the drink she'd requested. She did not appear inclined to give her an outright answer. Despite the gravity of her words, there is nothing in the stellaron hunter's demeanour to hint at her being extra cautious. In face, one would presume that Kafka fit right in with the rest of the guests in the lounge with how leisurely her actions were.

Gloved fingers lightly seized the underside of Io's chin when Kafka leans in closer from the other end of the bar.

《Listen》

The stellaron hunter runs her thumb down the other's jawline. Pulling all of her focus onto herself as if it weren't already hers to begin with.

"This encounter will be another fleeting memory. You will not remember the duration of my visit. You will not remember why I visited. And you will not know the means of my entrance nor my departure. For all you can recall, this is yet another regular shift you're standing in for. This conversation and everything that transpires from here on forth will be kept in the recesses of your mind. Only to be revisted in your dreams. Okay?" 

Kafka's lips are soft. They taste faintly of the cherry lip gloss she uses and of wine. A sweetness that lingers, warmth in the form of gloved hands smoothing down the sides of her neck and shoulders.

The stellaron hunter leaves no traces when she does depart.

Escoffier didn’t blink and simply apologized. "Sorry, slip of tongue."

Then she took the praise in and slowly responded. “…I’m flattered.” She muttered, arms crossing as she eyed Lyza like she was a mislabeled spice jar. “But if you’re going to toss compliments around like garnish, at least clarify whether you’re talking about me or the food. One I serve on a plate. The other doesn’t come with sides.”

She tilted her head slightly, tone cooling.

It goes two ways, depending on how they died, really... If it was at the hands of someone else-

Yeah, that makes sense...

If it was through a natural cause, however? Like old age, or a sickness...

" ...Even if they're no longer around, keeping around a memento of them...lets me cherish the good times we spent together... "

Karma would sit the woman on the small bed inside the medical room before pulling a seat up and sitting in front of the woman. She kept her smile, engaging in idle conversation to insure that Yuuki was comfortable. After all, not a lot of people would be excited to see a doctor. There was always a point of vulnerability that was directly disturbed as some people safeguarded the privacy of their body.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here at Herta Space Station. Come here often?” Of course, this was just an attempt at idle chatter as Karma would begin to take a look at Yuuki’s hands. Of course, she wouldn’t get far as she noted the gloves covering the woman’s hands.

There was a brief instance of anxiousness that came to the Fox while one of the pauses sat in the air between them. Yet the very same anxiety seemed to be washed away the instant he heard her answer. His already active tail speeding up a hint as a smile takes his face. "Great! I have something I want to show you, and we're thankfully not too far from the lake right now. Crys can watch over whatever clothes we don't want to get wet once we're there."