[ "Needs help", another time she's being oddly sweet, even if it's more a general sense of protectiveness than specifically about Saya. Truly, she wouldn't need it. More at issue is that she has no sense of shame and she doesn't especially think Red Son would appreciate it. (Or maybe she doesn't want her to see it directed at other people. Saya knows how she herself gets with possessive instincts, and can only assume Red Son's are a bit similar. Trying to be respectful, that's all, in a way she usually wouldn't give a flip about.) ]
[ That look, though, the way Red Son touches her vest -- well, now. Saya has no trouble seeing what's happening here, and she's not about to let it go unanswered. She offers one of those smiles that's far too knowing, and reaches out to grasp that hand before it can fiddle further with the vest, bringing it to her lips to gently kiss the back of it. As formal and genteel a gesture as it gets, but for the playful glint in her red eyes. ]
You'll have to choose a menu item, in that case. Or several.
[ She's not about to let go of Red Son's hand. She makes no further movement to draw her closer, though the look on her face might do it. That's certainly the intention. ]
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 07:46 pm (UTC)[ That look, though, the way Red Son touches her vest -- well, now. Saya has no trouble seeing what's happening here, and she's not about to let it go unanswered. She offers one of those smiles that's far too knowing, and reaches out to grasp that hand before it can fiddle further with the vest, bringing it to her lips to gently kiss the back of it. As formal and genteel a gesture as it gets, but for the playful glint in her red eyes. ]
You'll have to choose a menu item, in that case. Or several.
[ She's not about to let go of Red Son's hand. She makes no further movement to draw her closer, though the look on her face might do it. That's certainly the intention. ]