[Pretty sure the slug is holding a hammer and a piece of wood here while a ship schematic floats in front of it— she's not sure but she's pretty sure she's seeing things now...
Well, whatever, he's putting some effort into it, and that's what matters here. The slug is watching them with eyes narrowed, waiting for a burst of... something. Some sort of fuwa fuwa energy. When Rokurou puts his hand on her cheek, she glances down at it, and back to him. Nervousness? Kind of. After all, this Rokurou didn't know her.
When his lips touch her own, she flinches, as if not actually expecting him to go through with it, but here they are. It doesn't take long for a burst of flowers, pink blooms and higanbanas, to burst around her. ...embarrassing, since why would that happen, but also... it felt nice.
But the question is, will the slug let Rokurou go after this? She doesn't mind it, but she certainly doesn't want to be awkward around him!]
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Well, whatever, he's putting some effort into it, and that's what matters here. The slug is watching them with eyes narrowed, waiting for a burst of... something. Some sort of fuwa fuwa energy. When Rokurou puts his hand on her cheek, she glances down at it, and back to him. Nervousness? Kind of. After all, this Rokurou didn't know her.
When his lips touch her own, she flinches, as if not actually expecting him to go through with it, but here they are. It doesn't take long for a burst of flowers, pink blooms and higanbanas, to burst around her. ...embarrassing, since why would that happen, but also... it felt nice.
But the question is, will the slug let Rokurou go after this? She doesn't mind it, but she certainly doesn't want to be awkward around him!]