"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?"
[Oh, no, he's not that lucky-- instead, what he's getting is a tiny fireball right at the seat of his pants as Naoki steps aside to let him run into the hall.
And then his screams as they trail away down the hall and the faint smell of smoke...]
[Naoki huffs amusement and jogs quickly after her, looking down at his bloody hands and frowning at them. He wants to reach out, playfully flick her hair but he's not risking getting blood on that...]
[Actually, about here is where his steps slow.] --bathroom! Gimme a sec, Yang. [Because there're doors right there and hopefully there's not some alien inside or something to make cleaning his hands troublesome.]
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And then his screams as they trail away down the hall and the faint smell of smoke...]
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[Naoki squints, shaking his head and moving closer to her.] Yeah, I think you're right, it's not this after all.
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[ A pause, though, just to lean against him. Who needs distance? ]
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In a minute.
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[ Don't tease, Yang. ]
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[With a grin, as he leans his head against her shoulder.]
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[ With a sigh: ] I guess.
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[With that and a kiss to her shoulder, he straightens up and nods toward the door.]
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[ One last kiss (on the cheek) and then she's straightening and jogging out. ONWAAAAARDS. ]
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Where to? Continuing our boss hunt?
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[Actually, about here is where his steps slow.] --bathroom! Gimme a sec, Yang. [Because there're doors right there and hopefully there's not some alien inside or something to make cleaning his hands troublesome.]
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[ She'll pause, then settle her back against the wall. Yes, go wash up, she'll wait. ]
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Oh yes.] 'Kay, ready. Let's go find us our final level.
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And goes to carry on.] Come on, Ya-aaaang.
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[ By slipping her hand into his as she catches up, and bringing his hand up to her lips for a brief, playful kiss-- before yep, more jogging. ]