[ Tsukuyo can feel his hands wandering closer to her breasts and she makes a small sound against his neck, her lips cautiously moving lower down... And then he's asking her some weird question about beds that she's not really fully comprehending because, well, she has more pressing issues going on right now.
She pauses. ]
...I hadn't really thought about it.
[ She pulls away to look at him, apparently puzzled and slightly frustrated by the question because she has a need here and it was embarrassing enough to ask him in the first place... is she supposed to specify? ] I... don't care?
no subject
She pauses. ]
...I hadn't really thought about it.
[ She pulls away to look at him, apparently puzzled and slightly frustrated by the question because she has a need here and it was embarrassing enough to ask him in the first place... is she supposed to specify? ] I... don't care?