[That smell is ... Well, she waits until they get closer to the swings to squeeze Mikado's hand.]
Hey, is that you?
[And because his answer won't be good enough on its own Nariko gets up in his space, leaning in towards his neck where she can literally sniff at his skin. Yeah, that's definitely come off of Mikado, though she'd worried it might be Masaomi despite how little sense that would make. It hadn't escaped her that he didn't have a specific, named kind of scent the other day.]
You smell like the ocean!
[And on top of reacting to it naturally she just loves the surface detail of it, too! So while Nariko had every intention of actually getting on the swing she also kisses his neck with an indulgently satisfied moan, as if she could taste it on him.]
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Hey, is that you?
[And because his answer won't be good enough on its own Nariko gets up in his space, leaning in towards his neck where she can literally sniff at his skin. Yeah, that's definitely come off of Mikado, though she'd worried it might be Masaomi despite how little sense that would make. It hadn't escaped her that he didn't have a specific, named kind of scent the other day.]
You smell like the ocean!
[And on top of reacting to it naturally she just loves the surface detail of it, too! So while Nariko had every intention of actually getting on the swing she also kisses his neck with an indulgently satisfied moan, as if she could taste it on him.]