That's... [ Guilty. Majima paused for a moment before smoothly working his way down towards the nape of her neck. ]

You're pretty hard to forget.

[ He took her hand in his and gently led her forward, into the warmth of the falling water. Once she was there, he'd bend slightly and press a kiss to her temple. ]

This might not be a fairy tale, but I'm glad we're not strangers any more. So let's go dancin' again sometime, Justine. Maybe without the masks?