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[flaredo]

"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"

[ Please specify VOICEMAIL, TEXT or CALL. ]

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[masakados]

[Oh, did he catch her off guard? He strokes her cheek absentmindedly.]

I didn't used to be, but guess I'm getting better at them. Probably thanks to you.

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[flaredo]

If I'm being given credit for it, I'll take it. It gets me such good things!

[ Cheek strokes, too! ]

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[masakados]

Like my love confessions?

[Grinning, he thumbs at her cheek next, playful.]

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[flaredo]

Yep. I'll never get tired of hearing those.

[ Followed by another, more muted yawn. ]

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[masakados]

Good thing. I've got a lot of them left in me.

[But at her yawn, he strokes his hand over her hair.] Get some sleep, Yang.

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[flaredo]

But I wanted to talk more...

[ She's gotta protest. Out of obligation. ]

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[masakados]

In-between yawns?

[In an achingly fond way, he strokes her hair, slow and rhythmic...] Sleep, we'll talk more tomorrow.

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[flaredo]

You bet we will. [ It's a soft mutter, though, and she keeps both arms around him, the grip slackening but never fully releasing him as she gradually drifts off against him.

That hair thing is too damn nice. ]

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[masakados]

[Naoki just smiles, saying nothing more but to comb his fingers repeatedly through her hair. This really does soothe her, doesn't it...?

He kisses her head when he feels her emotions settle into the more indistinct ones of sleep, whispering a good night before closing his own eyes.]