Damn, her duplicate's lookin' fine with her lips pursed at the end of the pocky stick. This BGS has never been so smitten with her own reflection before--but seeing herself like this, skin whiter than porcelain and eyes brighter than raw blood rubies...the corners of her mouth turn upward as she nibbles at the milk-tea frosting.]
[She raises a hand. Claw. Whatever. And strokes the side of her other's cheek. The touch is far too soft, far too uncharacteristic, of her usual strength. Not that she cares.]
[she doesn't mind that at all. her own claw moves from her cheek to rest on the side of her neck, long fingers snaking around the back. the pocky is almost done with.]
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Damn, her duplicate's lookin' fine with her lips pursed at the end of the pocky stick. This BGS has never been so smitten with her own reflection before--but seeing herself like this, skin whiter than porcelain and eyes brighter than raw blood rubies...the corners of her mouth turn upward as she nibbles at the milk-tea frosting.]
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[she nibbles at the bare end of the stick, expression... well, see icon. yep.]
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[what if I just rest a claw on your hip, hmmmm?]
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she winks at you. sweetly, perfectly. so much that it can be considered mocking.]
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[closes in juuuuust a little bit.]
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because now they're nearer. their noses almost touch. At this closeness, it would mean both of them will contribute to breaking the pocky.
More importantly, they're near enough that the break would mean a dangerous brush of lips.]
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[Not moving now, aside from the occasional stroke or caress. Your move bb.]
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well that's fine too.]
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