[Forget racing; her heart is pounding. Diana's lips are dry, and she wets them with her tongue, turning to look down at the girl snuggled into her side. Her hand gently slides along her shoulder, almost stroking it.] I washed my hair today, so--
A-Akko, is this... is this all right?
[It's an interesting question. Because she's long had certain desires, but had never once imagined Akko would reciprocate, or act on them.
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A-Akko, is this... is this all right?
[It's an interesting question. Because she's long had certain desires, but had never once imagined Akko would reciprocate, or act on them.
But here they are.]