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[He blinks. Whatever he had expected, it was not that. Vaguely he recalls their conversation in the garden. How Mikotoba didn't shun him after what happened that night, when he returned a bloody mess of a beast. And now he's dating her daughter, which seems to be more than enough of an indication that what Susato says is likely true. He chuckles lightly, leaning into her.]

Who is trying to comfort who now?

[ Hearing him chuckle definitely does wonders to brighten her features. She leans into him in return, her head finding her favorite spot at the crook of his neck. She nuzzles lightly, her hair tickling his chin. ]

Your comfort is my comfort. Besides, he's correct. [ Won't rest until he believes it, too. ]

Hm. Perhaps. [He lets out some air, content with holding onto Susato like this. What happened prior is in the past. They are okay now.] Thank you for telling me.

Mmm. [ They're okay, she's okay. There might have been a "you're welcome" mumbled somewhere in there, but it was probably forgotten as soon as it was uttered. It's amazing how quickly the night's events are catching up to her.

She doesn't know what time it is, but she can feel the gentle rays of the sun against her closed eyelids as it slowly rises. ]

Thirsty. [ Another mumble. As it turned out, crying has that effect, though she makes no attempt to get up or free him from their position. Good luck, Kazuma. ]

[Thirsty, huh? Well that would require him to get up, and she doesn't look like she's going to let him go anytime soon.] Hm, all right....

[This is absolutely not what she meant at all, but he's leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips.]

[ No reaction at first. Perhaps she has already dozed off in that moment, but then there's a quiet moan against his lips as she stirs. Her own lips probably feel cracked and dry, but nevertheless, she seems to return the gesture, leaning into the kiss as her eyes flutter open in slow blinks. ]

......

...!

[ There's no hiding the brief shock on her face. Her natural instinct leaves her feeling super embarrassed, vulnerable, though the feeling seems to fade away with her rising alertness. What was she saying...? Did she even say that aloud? ]

I, I suppose that is one way to rectify it......

Hm. [What a devil, this man. But she was getting into it, so...success? He leans in so their foreheads were touching.]

Let me know if you need more. [This devil]

[ Let him know? Why do that when she can just, take it...? There is a tired, yet playful narrowing of her eyes, right before she inches her lips forward to steal another kiss. She closes her eyes, breathing in his scent and his taste, and she can feel every fiber of her being protest when they part.

She is getting used to this... Taking a little more, lingering for a little longer, each time. ]

Does this mean you are no longer angry with me?

[It probably doesn't help when Kazuma isn't doing much to stop the temptation.]

No. [He whispers into her ear.] And I'm sorry.

[ He is truly the least helpful. The whisper sends a shudder throughout her whole body, and truthfully, she can't even hear what was said. She just allows another undignified noise to escape her as she settles in against his warmth, content to stay for as long as they please.

Wild Harvest be damned. ]

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