[ There's no trace of impatience or longing as Kiki regards him, allowing him to move in closer, to touch, when normally she'd maintain a steady distance or smack a hand away. But this isn't anyone, and it isn't Mitsuhide under the influence of a drug, it's her partner as himself, and that makes all the difference.
It's why she doesn't so much as flinch when he leans in, and when his mouth meets hers, she's already pressing forward a bit, her free hand clutching at his shoulder-- for balance, ostensibly, but because he might need the reassurance that she's not harboring any doubts about this.
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It's why she doesn't so much as flinch when he leans in, and when his mouth meets hers, she's already pressing forward a bit, her free hand clutching at his shoulder-- for balance, ostensibly, but because he might need the reassurance that she's not harboring any doubts about this.
They've both waited far too long for this. ]