[ Masaomi falters a little at that strange look, but he can drag them both down to hell with him, both literally and figuratively if he wanted. His arm was more than long enough to reach over Nariko, brushing past her and her hair to pinch Mikado's cheek, something that makes the other by whine as he does it, tugging on it ]

Don't make him sound more innocent! Mikado here was commenting about your tits long before I ever said anything. And I sincerely live by the boobie, at least! He's a closet-

[ and interrupted, Mikado chimes in, whining, ] Masaomi, stop it! Come on!!

[ Masaomi laughs at this, kissing Nariko's lips or the back of her head depending on which way she happens to be facing, and he whispers]

So I'm pretty sure we'll be inseparable.