[ The thing of it is, Saya wouldn't hate the possessiveness, or the idea of a claim. It goes against so much of how she's used to working, but as she's said at least twice, she's never had an equal before. It's a different set of rules, apparently, that she's only learning as she goes. This is why, eventually, they'll need to hash out some guidelines here, because much as she'd not wired to restrict herself to one person or even several, concessions can be made, if Red Son wants them to be. Kantera is the only non-negotiable thing, really, although with his perhaps leaving her hanging over her head she's not entirely sure whether there'll be anything to ultimately negotiate around. ]
[ As for being shameless... well, it's baked in at this point, but she can moderate herself given enough of a reason. Red Son's sensibilities would be enough of one. ]
They are good. [ Saya grins in that shameless way that says she talked herself into some free ones. (Talked, bothered, it's all the same arena.) ]
[ Saya reaches out to curl her hand around Red Son's waist and to the small of her back. Not tugging, just a solid point of contact. ] Although not the best thing on offer, thanks to you.
[ And now leaning forward to murmur against Red Son's ear, as she so often does, voice lowered all the more thanks to her current form. ]
I believe the only correct answer here is for me to grab a plate and you to grab a room. [ She's not drinking blood out in the open, especially given how they both react to it. ]
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Date: Apr. 24th, 2023 09:01 pm (UTC)[ As for being shameless... well, it's baked in at this point, but she can moderate herself given enough of a reason. Red Son's sensibilities would be enough of one. ]
They are good. [ Saya grins in that shameless way that says she talked herself into some free ones. (Talked, bothered, it's all the same arena.) ]
[ Saya reaches out to curl her hand around Red Son's waist and to the small of her back. Not tugging, just a solid point of contact. ] Although not the best thing on offer, thanks to you.
[ And now leaning forward to murmur against Red Son's ear, as she so often does, voice lowered all the more thanks to her current form. ]
I believe the only correct answer here is for me to grab a plate and you to grab a room. [ She's not drinking blood out in the open, especially given how they both react to it. ]