[For a little while, she seemed to settle happily on that thought but there was a moment's turn and he stilled somewhat at the realization that it was a bit more determined than usual.
So, whether or not she put on a good act to keep it bottled up during the day--the moment she had him alone, so to speak, it was all coming bubbling up. It was still better than her being cooped up in a database or hanging on the back end of a server but he couldn't help but feel it was something he could have worked on.
Everyone was lonely, one way or another, but hardly anyone could truly say they were stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere.]
Oh? Well, there's a problem in that. Those movies always seem to make it look flawless--not one blemish to the thing you want to see most.
...It takes a bit more practice than that.
[It might have been mean to try to disarm her that way and lay on the expectation that he'd turn her down but he was ever the 'sink or swim' type. The crease of his canvas bag followed as he tucked it under his arm, finding Monika's hip with his hand so he could draw her in close and kiss her. 'Practice' was one word to use but he wasn't taking it too easy on it--subjecting her to that feeling of being closed in on by someone with strength in their hands and the scratch of stubble touching her cheek.
It was his best effort to use a bit of his meaner side to stun her.]
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Date: 2023-07-04 05:35 pm (UTC)[For a little while, she seemed to settle happily on that thought but there was a moment's turn and he stilled somewhat at the realization that it was a bit more determined than usual.
So, whether or not she put on a good act to keep it bottled up during the day--the moment she had him alone, so to speak, it was all coming bubbling up. It was still better than her being cooped up in a database or hanging on the back end of a server but he couldn't help but feel it was something he could have worked on.
Everyone was lonely, one way or another, but hardly anyone could truly say they were stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere.]
Oh? Well, there's a problem in that. Those movies always seem to make it look flawless--not one blemish to the thing you want to see most.
...It takes a bit more practice than that.
[It might have been mean to try to disarm her that way and lay on the expectation that he'd turn her down but he was ever the 'sink or swim' type. The crease of his canvas bag followed as he tucked it under his arm, finding Monika's hip with his hand so he could draw her in close and kiss her. 'Practice' was one word to use but he wasn't taking it too easy on it--subjecting her to that feeling of being closed in on by someone with strength in their hands and the scratch of stubble touching her cheek.
It was his best effort to use a bit of his meaner side to stun her.]