[ 31 ] it's only taken like a year
[ The communicator falls to the ground and clatters on, lens at the ceiling. In the lower corner, at a weird upside down angle, two figures can be seen, both of them rather red in the face. Above them-well, below them, thanks to the angle-is a smudge of green. The taller figure is looking up and around, then speaks abruptly. ]
I could... I could try and get away! The shock can't be that bad, like the communicators, so...
[ While he looks around, as though an answer is written on one of the walls, the other figure-a small... well, it's hard to tell what gender he or she is. But Naoto stands perfectly still. After a pause slightly too long, and with a tense voice: ]
... Calm yourself.
[ Now Kazuki stiffens and pauses. ] R- right... right. [ He takes a deep breath. ] I could though! It'd hurt, but... Or- you know. [ There is another option. Beat. ] And I'd be quick! I promise!
[ Naoto looks up at him, still red, evidentially surprised. She starts to say something-likely an objection-but Kazuki has steeled himself and takes her by the shoulders.
It is not a long kiss, although it is undoubtedly longer than a chaste peck; the angle is too awkward to see anything more, although Naoto's hands stay rigid-but unclenched-at her sides. They part, red faced, and the feed ends before either speak or react. ]
I could... I could try and get away! The shock can't be that bad, like the communicators, so...
[ While he looks around, as though an answer is written on one of the walls, the other figure-a small... well, it's hard to tell what gender he or she is. But Naoto stands perfectly still. After a pause slightly too long, and with a tense voice: ]
... Calm yourself.
[ Now Kazuki stiffens and pauses. ] R- right... right. [ He takes a deep breath. ] I could though! It'd hurt, but... Or- you know. [ There is another option. Beat. ] And I'd be quick! I promise!
[ Naoto looks up at him, still red, evidentially surprised. She starts to say something-likely an objection-but Kazuki has steeled himself and takes her by the shoulders.
It is not a long kiss, although it is undoubtedly longer than a chaste peck; the angle is too awkward to see anything more, although Naoto's hands stay rigid-but unclenched-at her sides. They part, red faced, and the feed ends before either speak or react. ]