[A light pleased note of laughter escapes Justine's lips as she looks down at Majima. Warmth and affection dance in her dark eyes as she places one last chaste kiss against his forehead.]
If I must.
[She slides her legs to either side of his hips before pushing herself up into a seat position. Justine stares down at him for a second more and then shifts and gracefully rises to her feet. Her dark eyes move down his frame, pausing when she caught sight of what her heel had done to his leg.]
You should wrap that. It'll get infected.
[Nothing about her tone makes it sound like a suggestion.]
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If I must.
[She slides her legs to either side of his hips before pushing herself up into a seat position. Justine stares down at him for a second more and then shifts and gracefully rises to her feet. Her dark eyes move down his frame, pausing when she caught sight of what her heel had done to his leg.]
You should wrap that. It'll get infected.
[Nothing about her tone makes it sound like a suggestion.]