It's an unusual thing for Kazuha to be so forward. Not that he's ever shy about what he wants, in his way, but Diluc has grown used to being the one doing the inviting... not to having the samurai suddenly sliding onto his lap. His surprise shows on his face for a moment - just a moment - before his expression shifts into one clearly satisfied with this turn of events.
He places his hands on Kazuha's thighs, tilting his chin up against the touch beneath it.]
I think I have ample room for this. [Diluc says, chuckling lightly.] I like how you look there.
[And, in the spirit of Kazuha being selfish, Diluc does not seek to guide his movements or push him in any way, save for the light rest of both hands atop his legs. He slides his thumbs idly back and forth, cocking his head a little in curiosity.]
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It's an unusual thing for Kazuha to be so forward. Not that he's ever shy about what he wants, in his way, but Diluc has grown used to being the one doing the inviting... not to having the samurai suddenly sliding onto his lap. His surprise shows on his face for a moment - just a moment - before his expression shifts into one clearly satisfied with this turn of events.
He places his hands on Kazuha's thighs, tilting his chin up against the touch beneath it.]
I think I have ample room for this. [Diluc says, chuckling lightly.] I like how you look there.
[And, in the spirit of Kazuha being selfish, Diluc does not seek to guide his movements or push him in any way, save for the light rest of both hands atop his legs. He slides his thumbs idly back and forth, cocking his head a little in curiosity.]
Is this another gift? You're spoiling me.