[She watches quietly, eyes trained on him as he moves to take the collar and put it on, clearly doing so to placate her. She knows he's doing it because she's beginning to fuss but...in the end she's gotten what she wants, right?
Right?
It doesn't make her feel better, not in the way she'd hoped it would, but she soon finds herself sliding up against him once more, arms hooked loosely around his waist.]
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Right?
It doesn't make her feel better, not in the way she'd hoped it would, but she soon finds herself sliding up against him once more, arms hooked loosely around his waist.]
It looks better than Chuuya's...