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Hmph. I should hope not.

[ Now that she's actually stopped to process what she's doing, needless aggro is the only way she can stop from combusting.

After reaching the clubhouse, she opens the door to her room. ]

Come in.

[He walks in ahead of her.]

Where do ya want me, then?

... There's only one place to sit in here.

[Sits down on a pillow on the floor like he did while they were drinking.]

Sure, but we should sit somehow my arm ain't gonna get tired reachin' out to touch you.

[ She was actually thinking of the bed, and it maybe shows with the way she blinks in surprise. But this is definitely a little less nerve-racking, so part of her is kind of relieved he took it the other way. ]

What, you can fight for hours, but a little stretching will tire you out? I'm sure you can handle it.

[ But when she grabs a pillow for herself to sit on, she does place it close to a wall. ]

[he does not pick up on it. it hasn't occurred to him at all that this situation might lead to bed cuddling. does he even have a solid grasp on the concept of cuddling at all? unclear.]

'Course I can handle it, it'd just be annoyin'.

[he cocks he head at her to wait for her decision]

[ Cocks her head back at him. ]

What's that look for? The only surfaces to rest against are the wall or the bed. Is the first not good enough for you?

Huh?

[confused]

No...? I ain't that picky. I was just waitin' to see if you were gonna stick my hand on yer neck again, or what.

That—

[ Somehow hearing it said out loud makes it more embarrassing. ]

D-Do I have to do everything myself?!

[huh]

...I ain't gonna do anythin' to you that you don't want.

If you haven't noticed, I am quite capable of protesting!

But you ain't capable of just sayin' what ya want to start with?

Are you incapable of taking a hint?!

Could be. Ain't like I've had anyone hintin' at this kinda thing before.

[said lightly enough that it's a tossup whether he is just being obnoxious or if he genuinely has no idea what he's meant to be doing]

If you can identify that it's "this kind of thing," you clearly must have some idea!

[ Shivers again and makes a frustrated noise. ]

If there's warmth in physical contact, surely you can figure out how to maximize that, yes?

Maximize it, huh? Then...

[he leans over to loop an arm around her waist—

and just bodily pull her over to sit in his lap, where he can wrap his arms around her from behind with her leaned back against his chest.]

How 'bout that?

[ She gives a small, not-very-dignified squeak and stiffens in surprise when he initially pulls her over into his lap. But after a beat, she consciously settles back against his chest, hoping that her haughty tone will cover up the hitch in her voice and that he won't notice how fast her heart is beating. ]

O-Oh, look, he's not completely hopeless.

Hm.

[There is no way he is not going to notice. He leans in to put his chin on her shoulder, voice lower.]

You were hopin' for this, huh?

[ Well, she had one (1) good attempt at bravado in her, but now it's time to combust, her breath catching and her heart hammering even harder. ]

W-Well, I was tired of the cold...

...

[He wraps his arms a little more firmly around her waist]

Well, I don't mind it.

. . .

[ Turns her head slightly aside, away from his face, but also curls into him a fraction. ]

Really. I wouldn't have taken you for the cuddling type.

I ain't any kinda type. Like I said, it ain't exactly somethin' that's come up.

[On that note... he certainly smells. Not necessarily unpleasantly, but the strong musky scent of someone who is not used to bathing more than every few days or having anyone in close enough proximity to him to care about this]

[ That doesn't terribly surprise her, though in combination with the flood of sensory information hitting her, it's very distracting. She does briefly consider complaining about it just to ease her nerves, but... doesn't. For now. ]

That doesn't mean you couldn't have an interest in it. Or the opposite. ... And either way, it's clearly come up now.

Someone who's never been a butterfly don't spend a lotta time thinkin' 'bout drinkin' nectar.

But it's interestin' now.

[ The "butterfly" remark gets a slight twitch of an eyebrow. ]

Sure they do...

[ But she lets it go with a huff. ]

"Interesting," hm? Oh, that's a high evaluation coming from you.

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