[ It suddenly becomes that much harder to breathe when he pulls her in, but Touka manages to keep her expression unaffected. She's flipped some sort of switch and she knows it, breaking what remained of that no-touch barrier between the two of them that had been breached when she dragged him back to :re.

Her heart is practically in her throat when he's this close to her, but she warms her palm more fully against the exposed portion of the scar, her fingertips lightly teasing at the skin hidden beneath his haori. ]

Your words are shit and your attitude is shit. [ And so is your face. And your stupid smile. ]

What makes you think that there's anything else about you that I'll like? [ Her hand dips lower, sliding along his torso as she says it. In truth, she has no idea what she's doing, but it thrills her. That probably counted for something. ]