[ And Majima let her lead him onward, pausing only momentarily to brush his lips against hers in a little return kiss. Their clothes... well, who cared right now? Whatever was left could be left behind. As they walked toward the shower, he reached under the elastic that held his hair in place and slipped loose the eyepatch. His left eye he kept firmly closed, as always, but if Justine was expecting some terrible scar -- strangely enough, there wasn't one.
He was smiling at her, feeling warm and a little foolish. Or perhaps it was how warm she made him feel that felt so strange. ]
...I'm glad you're here, Justine.
[ Even if it complicated things... and even if it involved moving. ]
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He was smiling at her, feeling warm and a little foolish. Or perhaps it was how warm she made him feel that felt so strange. ]
...I'm glad you're here, Justine.
[ Even if it complicated things... and even if it involved moving. ]