"You mean we can't hold hands and sing Kumbaya?" the teasing came easy, though tinged with a little reminiscent air. "Not that we can really hold hands anymore, yours are massive, and that's quite cheating." slim fingers tweaked the delicate appendages.
Her sigh, though, was soft. "Would you believe me if I told you it was an accident?" she asked him. "I was just... tired. Fighting all the time, with no one beside me. Every night a youma, or worrying about my family, wondering if those friends who went missing are dead, or if they joined the Negaverse, or just... fled. And I was at my planet and I decided to do this... ritual. I needed
something."
Gingerly she leaned in, giving him the chance to pull away from a gentle bump of her shoulder to his own. "It gave me something I needed. A security no
human I've ever known has. So I guess... I responded in kind."
His description of how the youma felt bonded to him made her bite her lip, and press back her concerns. "I would most certainly
not taste like herring," she protested, "I'll have you know I'm so well-fed on red wine and chocolates I would give you quite the bout with indigestion, though. Like garlic for a vampire. Zero out of ten, cannot recommend."
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