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Since when did you have boulders instead of muscles?? Geez, you're all knotted up! You're worse than Dad!
[ This is serious, and she's going to have to give each muscle some proper attention, poking and pressing and kneading and massaging the tension out. ]
Since when did you have boulders instead of muscles?? Geez, you're all knotted up! You're worse than Dad!
[ This is serious, and she's going to have to give each muscle some proper attention, poking and pressing and kneading and massaging the tension out. ]
Ooh-- ow-- haha... am I really that bad?
[He's really not used to this, though, and her hands aren't exactly far from the broad tattoos on his back, nor the ones that frame his horn. He tries to forget about it, his hands occasionally pressing on his knees and curling into fists when she presses in her fingers.
...actually, it feels nice once the initial tension's been worked out, and he occasionally exhales a quiet sigh.]
[He's really not used to this, though, and her hands aren't exactly far from the broad tattoos on his back, nor the ones that frame his horn. He tries to forget about it, his hands occasionally pressing on his knees and curling into fists when she presses in her fingers.
...actually, it feels nice once the initial tension's been worked out, and he occasionally exhales a quiet sigh.]
You're terrible. [ She says this emphatically, focusing on a knot as she moves over to his shoulder blades. She's quiet after that, concentrating on each point of tension, until she chooses to speak up a few minutes later. ]
Feel any better? Ready to sing my praises?
Feel any better? Ready to sing my praises?
Mmmm.
[...Was that an answer? Affirmation to both? Maybe. Naoki's head has inclined forward, his eyes closed, though the light of his marks keeps flaring especially if she happens to brush one. He can ignore it, though, staunchly focusing on his shoulders feeling looser, less tight.]
Feels nice... I doubt you'd wanna hear me sing anything, though.
[Teasing, but there's not much behind it because he's distracted...]
[...Was that an answer? Affirmation to both? Maybe. Naoki's head has inclined forward, his eyes closed, though the light of his marks keeps flaring especially if she happens to brush one. He can ignore it, though, staunchly focusing on his shoulders feeling looser, less tight.]
Feels nice... I doubt you'd wanna hear me sing anything, though.
[Teasing, but there's not much behind it because he's distracted...]
[When she does, Naoki'll fall completely quiet and his back tenses slightly... before he forces himself to relax, don't want to ruin all her hard work. His face feels hot, though.]
True, though. There's, ah, a reason why karaoke was never a thing me and my friends used to do.
True, though. There's, ah, a reason why karaoke was never a thing me and my friends used to do.
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