[ The world for Mikado is now filled with a haze that he can't quite identify, and a heat that he's pretty sure should be fogging up his glasses. It doesn't, of course, at least not entirely. The world doesn't match up that well to the internal one. But he links in the midst of the kiss, and he smiles back as she parts enough for her to rummage around his pants. Right now... well, right now, she can do whatever she want. He feels hot, light-headed, only barely on the edge of control and swimming in a sea of his own creation.
It's largely because of all that he doesn't notice Masaomi collecting her purse and all their own bags and such at the foot of the playhouse before leisurely following in himself. It's not that he's not horny too, far from it. But he can at least make a show of being impassive and cool. ]
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It's largely because of all that he doesn't notice Masaomi collecting her purse and all their own bags and such at the foot of the playhouse before leisurely following in himself. It's not that he's not horny too, far from it. But he can at least make a show of being impassive and cool. ]
Pretty snuggly, even.
[ Mikado sighs and, ] Y-yeah, not... bad.