[ . . . No, she hadn't been serious, but maybe she is thinking about it a little bit now. Is he actually nervous? Him? Kazuma Asogi? (It's cute. Stop it.) ]
Not if I use the bed to cushion your fall.
[ As if to demonstrate, she shrugs, leaning back against the pillows--making herself feel a bit bigger by stretching out her arms. For a moment she seems content to leave him with that thought, but she continues. ]
But no...I'm not. [ She can still recall the guilt she felt, doing it to Ryunosuke so many times. She doesn't know that she could do it to Kazuma without him explicitly allowing it...no matter how much he may or may not deserve it. ] I don't think it would end too well for me.
[ Other things she remembers, begrudgingly: the way he almost twisted her arm when he was just a little bit startled. But also: sleeping parental figures and all that. ]
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Not if I use the bed to cushion your fall.
[ As if to demonstrate, she shrugs, leaning back against the pillows--making herself feel a bit bigger by stretching out her arms. For a moment she seems content to leave him with that thought, but she continues. ]
But no...I'm not. [ She can still recall the guilt she felt, doing it to Ryunosuke so many times. She doesn't know that she could do it to Kazuma without him explicitly allowing it...no matter how much he may or may not deserve it. ] I don't think it would end too well for me.
[ Other things she remembers, begrudgingly: the way he almost twisted her arm when he was just a little bit startled. But also: sleeping parental figures and all that. ]