[Mitsuru, he doesn't even know where to begin with your insistence that sub-par test score could ever be considered scandalous, and so he'll just let that one go. But she makes an excellent point on the toads and their inconsistent demands. Every time, the biggest headache seems to come from trying to figure out at what point they'll be appeased- does it have to do with the discomfort of the two stuck? Surely not, because Mitsuru is still hung up on the test score not having been enough.
Well. he's not likely to understand it now or ever. The best thing they can do is get this out of the way so they can continue on with their business. As though it would lighten things, he offers dryly:]
If it helps, I brushed my teeth this morning.
[Which... he usually does, honestly, but there's a certain sort of comfortable distance to be found in the grimy-alleytrash facade. Something to make this all a stupid joke instead of the aggravating, likely-mortifying scene it probably feels like.
It's fine, they can be cool and professional about this. Just like any other kiss they've been forced to have with anyone else. Since his feet aren't stuck, he steps in to close the distance-- which does result in his arm awkwardly angled back to where it's stuck, but they're just gonna do the best they can here.]
Alright. Here-- [Carefully, he leans in to simply press his lips to hers. Close-mouthed, trying not to breathe on her too hard, and lingering as long as feels appropriate, before pulling back. Sorry, his lips probably aren't as warm as others might be-- but he doesn't smell like wet dog right now, so that's a plus!]
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Well. he's not likely to understand it now or ever. The best thing they can do is get this out of the way so they can continue on with their business. As though it would lighten things, he offers dryly:]
If it helps, I brushed my teeth this morning.
[Which... he usually does, honestly, but there's a certain sort of comfortable distance to be found in the grimy-alleytrash facade. Something to make this all a stupid joke instead of the aggravating, likely-mortifying scene it probably feels like.
It's fine, they can be cool and professional about this. Just like any other kiss they've been forced to have with anyone else. Since his feet aren't stuck, he steps in to close the distance-- which does result in his arm awkwardly angled back to where it's stuck, but they're just gonna do the best they can here.]
Alright. Here-- [Carefully, he leans in to simply press his lips to hers. Close-mouthed, trying not to breathe on her too hard, and lingering as long as feels appropriate, before pulling back. Sorry, his lips probably aren't as warm as others might be-- but he doesn't smell like wet dog right now, so that's a plus!]