[ Minutes pass in Aki's absence, during which Denji sits there, dull-eyed and gaping. At some point, her hands curl into the discarded shirt, using it to rub at their spillage, making sure it gets properly cleaned away, then using that same shirt to pat at her thighs.
All the while thinking: Was she that in a hurry to distance herself? Because Denji was attaching herself to her too strongly. Aki could barely walk, had practically limped away.
But they did… they did couple stuff! Not friend stuff. Denji kissed her — on the mouth! As well as plenty of other places! Acts she doesn't understand, can't blame on the booze the way Aki can, could blame it on other stuff like youthful curiosity or some such. Whatever the causation, she should feel appeased with Aki's confirmation of this stuff being normal, common, explainable activities. There shouldn't be anything to worry about. So why does her stomach warble with unrest…
Denji's brows rises an inch at her return, the following gesture. Does she need something?
Silently, with an inquisitive stare, she crawls forward — ]
— mmmmph!!
[ Only to be met with Aki's mother-henning. Her eyes close, mouth pursed into a grimace as she tries and fails to evade the patting at her chin, the full circumference of her face. She could do this herself. Pointedly, she doesn't remind Aki of this fact. After enduring the wiping for a bit, she starts to push and paw Aki away, turning the other cheek. ]
I'm clean, I'm clean! Ugh, give it a rest already…
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All the while thinking: Was she that in a hurry to distance herself? Because Denji was attaching herself to her too strongly. Aki could barely walk, had practically limped away.
But they did… they did couple stuff! Not friend stuff. Denji kissed her — on the mouth! As well as plenty of other places! Acts she doesn't understand, can't blame on the booze the way Aki can, could blame it on other stuff like youthful curiosity or some such. Whatever the causation, she should feel appeased with Aki's confirmation of this stuff being normal, common, explainable activities. There shouldn't be anything to worry about. So why does her stomach warble with unrest…
Denji's brows rises an inch at her return, the following gesture. Does she need something?
Silently, with an inquisitive stare, she crawls forward — ]
— mmmmph!!
[ Only to be met with Aki's mother-henning. Her eyes close, mouth pursed into a grimace as she tries and fails to evade the patting at her chin, the full circumference of her face. She could do this herself. Pointedly, she doesn't remind Aki of this fact. After enduring the wiping for a bit, she starts to push and paw Aki away, turning the other cheek. ]
I'm clean, I'm clean! Ugh, give it a rest already…