[ It's generally not advised to follow the whims of your feelings in a place like Songerein, or... Japan, or Great Britain, or any place, really! Yet Susato finds herself doing the same, setting down the glass to avoid another accident. She closes the distance between them as his hand finds the back of her neck. Her face presses lightly against his chest as she listens to his heartbeat. Her hands snake around him for a hug, and...

Ah. Yes, nothing like the sweet reminder of just how long they'd been at it in the hot sun before the rain set in.

Also, sorry, Fang. ]

Mmm... Have you ever visited the dog park that Eustace built, after it rains? [ Said quietly, only after the shared moment has passed, but there seems to be an affectionate laugh to her words despite everything. ] You're starting to smell rather like a wet corgi at the moment.

[ Again, sorry. (But not that sorry.) ]