[Aki's stare follows Denji's as she slowly approaches the bed, takes one of the pillows. Like this is some kind of sleepover or something. She knew Denji was sheltered, wasn't socialized, wasn't... normal. But the lengths to which that holds true confound her sometimes. How Aki can think she's being blunt enough to injure an ego and yet Denji doesn't seem to understand it at all. How she can stand shirtless beside her bed while Denji acts like she's telling her to sleep in a corner.]
Sometimes you really piss me off, you know.
[That's not helpful, it's just the truth. Aki pulls back the sheets to her bed, breaking eye contact for just that brief moment, before it resumes as she stares at her, expectant.]
Get in the bed, Denji.
[Glowering at her, topless, in a pair of grey, formless panties, her hair curling down her back - She's aware this sounds more like an order than the offer it's supposed to be, and her demeanor isn't helping with that. But her legs still feel weak and her face is warm despite the fact that it's chilly and it still feels like every spot that Denji kissed tonight is on fire.]
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[Aki's stare follows Denji's as she slowly approaches the bed, takes one of the pillows. Like this is some kind of sleepover or something. She knew Denji was sheltered, wasn't socialized, wasn't... normal. But the lengths to which that holds true confound her sometimes. How Aki can think she's being blunt enough to injure an ego and yet Denji doesn't seem to understand it at all. How she can stand shirtless beside her bed while Denji acts like she's telling her to sleep in a corner.]
Sometimes you really piss me off, you know.
[That's not helpful, it's just the truth. Aki pulls back the sheets to her bed, breaking eye contact for just that brief moment, before it resumes as she stares at her, expectant.]
Get in the bed, Denji.
[Glowering at her, topless, in a pair of grey, formless panties, her hair curling down her back - She's aware this sounds more like an order than the offer it's supposed to be, and her demeanor isn't helping with that. But her legs still feel weak and her face is warm despite the fact that it's chilly and it still feels like every spot that Denji kissed tonight is on fire.]
Before I change my mind.