[ Yes, she has always been this busty. He's "accidentally" touched her breasts enough times to know that by now! Although this is slightly different...
Speaking of which, Tsukuyo's face immediately darkens at his words. Did he have to be so very blunt about this? They could have just carried on with whatever the hell this is without acknowledging anything at all and it would have been so much easier. For her. ]
...Who said anythin' about that?
[ Despite where she comes from, the fact that she's pretty much surrounded by it most of the time and however many lewd suggestions she might made in jest in the past, she's too flustered to put into words what they're both now actually considering. And even with her pretense that this isn't what is happening here, she feels an immediate rush of immense frustration at the loss of contact when Gintoki puts that distance between them again.
She wants it back, even if she can't bring herself to ask for it out loud. Instead, she moves closer again, those stupid little spotty ears of hers visibly twitching with something between annoyance, frustration and nervousness as she places one hand on his chest, still avoiding eye contact. ] Can ya stop talkin' for just one damn second?
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Speaking of which, Tsukuyo's face immediately darkens at his words. Did he have to be so very blunt about this? They could have just carried on with whatever the hell this is without acknowledging anything at all and it would have been so much easier. For her. ]
...Who said anythin' about that?
[ Despite where she comes from, the fact that she's pretty much surrounded by it most of the time and however many lewd suggestions she might made in jest in the past, she's too flustered to put into words what they're both now actually considering. And even with her pretense that this isn't what is happening here, she feels an immediate rush of immense frustration at the loss of contact when Gintoki puts that distance between them again.
She wants it back, even if she can't bring herself to ask for it out loud. Instead, she moves closer again, those stupid little spotty ears of hers visibly twitching with something between annoyance, frustration and nervousness as she places one hand on his chest, still avoiding eye contact. ] Can ya stop talkin' for just one damn second?