[ Susato holds her arms out naturally when she sees Kazuma slithering his way up, perhaps in her attempt to make it easier for him. Her mouth hangs open when he settles on her shoulder, and she could feel the little hairs stand up at the back her neck, running all the way down her spine.
He is cold. Though her cheeks seem to be warm enough for the both of them.
With a sigh, her shoulders seem to relax a little as she says her farewells (and apologies) to Ryu. Not that she would object if she decided to follow them, and she probably would, but... ]
I think she is a little jealous. [ Said once Ryu is apparently out of earshot. Kitchen, right? ]
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He is cold. Though her cheeks seem to be warm enough for the both of them.
With a sigh, her shoulders seem to relax a little as she says her farewells (and apologies) to Ryu. Not that she would object if she decided to follow them, and she probably would, but... ]
I think she is a little jealous. [ Said once Ryu is apparently out of earshot. Kitchen, right? ]