[Whatever smooth quip he was mentally preparing --and he was, something about not being beaten so easily, maybe-- it's utterly derailed by the unexpected brush of her lips against his. It... it's not even nearly the first time they've kissed, but somehow it hits him like a jolt of electricity.
Somehow it seems fitting that she doesn't seem unused to any of this. She wears it well, as the saying goes, and as the next head of the Kirijo Group, it's no wonder.]
It's nice. [Not a lie; it's elegant, but not gaudy. As much as the whole tableau is on another level, it's not like he's ever wanted for much, either, at least on paper.
... ... ... that's not to say he isn't curious about what kind of, ah, customizations she's talking about.
Ahem. Later, though. For now, he points down the hallway.] This way to the kitchen, I'm guessing?
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Somehow it seems fitting that she doesn't seem unused to any of this. She wears it well, as the saying goes, and as the next head of the Kirijo Group, it's no wonder.]
It's nice. [Not a lie; it's elegant, but not gaudy. As much as the whole tableau is on another level, it's not like he's ever wanted for much, either, at least on paper.
... ... ... that's not to say he isn't curious about what kind of, ah, customizations she's talking about.
Ahem. Later, though. For now, he points down the hallway.] This way to the kitchen, I'm guessing?