[ It's that suggestion of weight that sees Setsura's eyes open and that smile of hers tug into a knowing grin as she turns her eyes up at Kouta, and fondly if a tad more mischievously than she'd like. Could she have moved earlier? Without a doubt and she knows he knows that. Her senses are sharper than those of the average human. She'd felt him, yes, but she'd also heard his footsteps, how quick they were. She loves it, that sound, every step, and this. If she'd moved, she would have missed this and she wouldn't have missed this for the world's weight in gold several times over. That this is real, that they can have this is a realization in this moment that makes her heart sing in a way it hasn't quite and that song carries in little ways in her tone, her expression. ]
You asked me to keep your side warm, didn't you?
[ She tempers that grin with a quirked brow and the barest hint of restraint for the swell in that song. It spills into violet eyes and, naturally, gives her away or rather she does. In that moment, her heart sings for him, after all. ]
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You asked me to keep your side warm, didn't you?
[ She tempers that grin with a quirked brow and the barest hint of restraint for the swell in that song. It spills into violet eyes and, naturally, gives her away or rather she does. In that moment, her heart sings for him, after all. ]