[ that charming little smile warms her heart, and she must try very hard to resist the desire to lean in and kiss him right on that mouth, but somehow she manages. he's already sounding a little more like himself without forcing it. ]
Mm, you are a bit ripe.
[ she teases - well, sort of. she can certainly smell the day's sweat on him, he's been hard at work, and she doesn't much mind but a bath at the end of a day like this would be a therapy in and of itself, she's sure. washing away the pain and fear and hurt, and she dares to risk a warm kiss to his forehead, and another to his temple, because he'll be scrubbing himself momentarily. please don't try to lick your own face, prompto. ]
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Mm, you are a bit ripe.
[ she teases - well, sort of. she can certainly smell the day's sweat on him, he's been hard at work, and she doesn't much mind but a bath at the end of a day like this would be a therapy in and of itself, she's sure. washing away the pain and fear and hurt, and she dares to risk a warm kiss to his forehead, and another to his temple, because he'll be scrubbing himself momentarily. please don't try to lick your own face, prompto. ]
Go on, then.