[she gathers him for context clues, dimitri for once not really expressing more other than her name. there's usually a question asking for her input or an offer of advice—something. but now, this is different. this is new.]
[fumbling lightly with what to do next, she manages to appear to keep her cool and walk over to him and stand between his legs, her hands lifting to cup his face and rest just under his ears.]
...I don't know what I'm doing.
[better to admit this before they push anything too far with the expectation that one or the other would know what to work with.]
But I know that I want to do this with you. [she mutters, nodding. she isn't so ignorant or dumb as to what kind of things people like sylvain get up to.] Would it be okay?
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[fumbling lightly with what to do next, she manages to appear to keep her cool and walk over to him and stand between his legs, her hands lifting to cup his face and rest just under his ears.]
...I don't know what I'm doing.
[better to admit this before they push anything too far with the expectation that one or the other would know what to work with.]
But I know that I want to do this with you. [she mutters, nodding. she isn't so ignorant or dumb as to what kind of things people like sylvain get up to.] Would it be okay?