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she remembers kanao's scream, and one last message.
she remembers her final breath, and the righteous, vicious hatred on her tongue til the last moment-
shinobu wakes up in a forest, staring at a night sky through tree leaves, laying alone with a sword she's certain she dropped nearby.
it hurts. she thinks, unceremoniously. she wanted to drag doma to hell herself when he got there- did some wellmeaning riverman steal that opportunity from her? but then, she supposes the afterlife shouldn't hurt unless it was hell. ... hell has more trees than she had expected.
after a long moment, she tries to stand, only to cough up blood- )
E...ven now...?
( honestly...
... ah, are those footsteps? she can't tell. she thinks so. friend? foe? or something else entirely? shinobu tries again to at least get to her feet, lungs heaving with each breath as she holds her sword weakly, vision blurring slightly. she thinks its the exhaustion.
only the one approaching will see that it's tears. )
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( how strange, to be the one in need of care rather than the caretaker. the clinic is well-maintained. the woman with white hair has an uncanny ability to find any movement and checks in regularly despite her lack of hearing, and she is kind. as is her helpers. it reminds her of kanae, almost.
she's not sure how tanjiro rests so politely anymore. it's maddening, simply resting. but... it is necessary. she can barely sit up.
and at least shes not alone; as the door opens, shinobu plasters on a sweet smile as usual. )
My! Did you come to visit me? I'm afraid I won't be a very good host like this.
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[ Muichiro is still... in a hell of a state, really. The plant Akaza gave him is doing wonders for speeding things up, but internal wounds are stubborn things. Still, he promised he'd be good, so instead of going outside when he itched to move, he merely walked around the clinic and checked on those who were well enough to speak.
He is not expecting who he sees when he peeks in at the newest patient. ]
Kocho..?
[ Well. He was dead, he shouldn't be surprised she's here too, but he still... manages to get misty eyed as he moves properly into the room. ]
( muichiro? he's been so much more emotive lately, and yet the sight of tears in his eyes stuns her for a moment. shinobu stares, before smiling gently (sincerely) again, holding her hands out for a hug. )
[ He is careful- for both their sakes. As he moves closer she'll likely notice some marks on his arms that weren't there before. Similar to bruises, really. He takes a deep breath to calm himself once he's hugged her, not wanting to make her strain her injuries just to soothe him. ]
Last I heard you had died fighting Upper Two... I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
( though, with the crows having followed them into the infinity castle... he surely didn't need the confirmation. ... she holds him close, one hand on his head and the other around his shoulders. )
Fate's seen fit to grant me more time, however precarious. I can only hope that my gambit paid off, and that you've all seen victory.
Upper Two died, your Tsuguko and Hashibira finished him off, I think.
[ Hard to hear the exact updates when he was getting diced up, but he heard that Upper Two was gone from Upper One himself. He lets his eyes close, just taking comfort in that she was here, and even if this place was horrible that she'd get more time. ]
I... don't know if Muzan's dead or not. I died helping to take down Upper One.
[Kyojuro is at the edge of the woods when Kaname bursts through, his gravely warble immediately drawing the slayer from his thoughts. The way he moves is instinctive, falling into a sprint behind the crow as he circles back around and dives through the trees. His hands fall to his side, ready to unleash his blade the moment a threat appears.
But nothing comes.
Instead, he finds her, bleeding from the mouth, tears in her eyes. Through Muichiro, he knows that she met her end, but does cannot fathom the details. Seeing this display, the one thing he does know is that whatever came of Upper Two, perhaps it was not enough.
But his wrath can wait. His hands move from the blade to settle on her shoulders, holding her steady.]
Shinobu - [Formality is dropped for the sake of desperation. He kneels down, eyes sweeping across her form as he tries to understand how best to treat her injuries in the moment.] I am here. You are safe.
[He hopes those words reach her. He knows, by now, how alarming it must be to see a ghost like him. Not that they aren't all ghosts at this point.]
[Despite the subject, those words remain sweet enough to bring a faint, brief smile to Kyojuro's lips. It's dashed swiftly at how easily her tone wavers. Even here and alive, she's still in danger. And though he knows enough field medicine to keep someone alive, it will only be for brief periods.
For now, he tries to put her mind at ease, even as he tries to figure out a course of action.]
This is not hell. And I will not be the last thing you see. Things here are incredibly complicated, but we are alive. You and I both. And I intend to keep it that way.
[As he speaks, his fingers move. They glide down her arms, searching for any breaks or tension. If she's on her feet, she should have enough strength to hold herself up if he carries her on his back, right?
He twists around and motions for her to climb up.]
There is a clinic not far from here. The healers were able to do a great deal for me when I was recovering. They will put you right. And as they do, I can explain all you need to know.
( her gaze follows his hands. so diligent! as he turns around, she slowly sheathes her blade and does as wordlessly requested, resting against him with a soft yet heavy sigh of relief. )
It's largely my torso and lungs that have been wounded. I've lost a lot of blood, which is why it's hard for me to stand...
( but if it isn't hell... and if he knows she had died (how did he know? ... other than the obvious wounds.) then- oh, her head hurts. but she can still receive and retain information.
there's a clinic, which means either a fortress or a community. whatever this second chance is, she must be ready- she must heal and get stronger, so this pathetic display cannot ever happen again. )
[Shinobu has always been small and light, but never has she come across as fragile. Not until today, as he reaches his arms back around to secure her legs. It feels like he carries a child on his back, and that makes his chest ache. None of their rank should ever be brought this low.]
Then allow me to do the bulk of the work, my friend.
[He stands, careful to make sure that she's steady and stable, before marching off.]
You are in a place called Aldric's Grove. Contrary to what the both of us believed upon waking up, we are not dead, and this is not the afterlife. I know this, as my brother and young Shinazugawa are also here and perfectly fine. [And surely both of them are fine! ... Right?] Tokito has also arrived - [Weird that he's not included among the living...] - along with one other.
[Not this again...]
That said, we are not outside of danger. There is an entity within the Forest that seeks to torment us. I have seen his trickery first hand several times now. Thankfully, its malevolence seems to have come to a pause, with the colder months. [He is diligent in his report as he marches, reciting it just as he might have to the Master. Only now does he hesitate:] We... were called here for a reason. And in time, I will gladly explain it. But perhaps the basics will suffice until you are in better shape!
[the scent of human blood hits him so hard in the face it may as well be a slap. his senses randomly get thrown off in this place, but akaza is fairly fucking certain that this wasn't here moments ago. it is the reason he stalks the perimeter of town, though, hunting in a way that's counter to his instincts for the last several hundred years. he dashes between the trees silently, aiming to crush whatever monster it is that's attacked someone, but -- there's nothing and no one but her.
if her vision holds, the first thing she'll see is the golden glow of kanji-etched eyes, but the silhouette they belong to remains a respectable distance from her. the blood that his gaze still perceives as bright, burning red even in the night air is as tempting as any, but he would never allow himself to consider indulging in it -- although he is suddenly very grateful that kyojuro all but forcefed him recently.
given the sword, the tattered uniform with its gold buttons, akaza doubts the newcomer will be amenable to his presence. nonetheless, he keeps away and raises his hands, palms out, an attempt at a placating gesture.]
( kanji in the eyes is all she needs to know, but... focus. focus, shinobu, you have to-- with an inhale, her vision clears, and she glares darkly for a split second, killing intent screaming not unlike a hive of wasps.
upper two.
she knows what he's done. ...
she smiles oh so sweetly. )
My, my! So I do, but I'm not so sure I believe that. Are you not the demon who killed the Flame Hashira...? Or am I mistaken?
[haha... gods, this slayer is tiny, but all of that fight packed into her would be more than enough to fuel a small army. and all the seething, masked with a polite little smile? yes, akaza finds himself taking a single step back. she's already injured badly -- even just incapacitating her would likely exacerbate things...
how funny and sad, to go from centuries of seeking out battle, only to be at a loss for how to avoid a confrontation, now.]
You're right, I am. He's here, if you'd allow me to take you to him. I'm sure his word will mean a hell of a lot more to you than mine.
( yeah you walk away, bastard. walk more. off a cliff. shinobu's smile tightens as she tilts her head slightly. )
Ah, I assumed this was Hell, if the likes of you and I are here... I would appreciate it if you wouldn't lie to me, Mister Upper Three.
( she can't keep the posturing up, though- another wet, bloody cough wracks through her body, sending her stumbling- not now, not in front of a demon-!! )
[ While Muichiro has been acting more like himself as he settles into this sudden shift... there are a few things that have persisted. Such as his sharp observation skills.
He's been able to tell Shinobu has been struggling with things involving Kyojuro and his relationship with Akaza, which he certainly can't blame her for- but it seems like it's getting worse somehow. He can't be sure why or what happens behind closed doors, but... he figures he can help in small ways.
( she'd been resting in her room- pretending to be okay around so many perfect strangers is exhausting, as is... being in the presence of gods. but the knock gets her attention.
the voice gets her to move.
after a moment, she finally gets off of the bed she'd been flopped across unceremoniously, straightens out her hair and walks to the door. )
[ indeed, he is holding a little tray with cups and sugar and whatever else they might need ]
You've seemed stressed so I thought it might help.
[ Stressed is putting it mildly he thinks, not that most would be able to tell as much. He won't pry- partly because he thinks he knows and can't really do anything about the issue ]
I couldn't remember exactly what kind you like. Is chamomile okay?
[ It was... what he was given when he went to ask for tea. He didn't exactly trust himself to remember how to do it without making the tea nigh undrinkable ]
It's fine.
[ He enters the room, a little lost for what to do. He almost just sits right on the floor, but opts to sit the tray on the table first ]
There's a lot to adjust to. I'm not used to much of it yet either.
[With things seemingly having evened out thanks to the events of the ball, and with a sense of foreboding nipping at his heels, Kyojuro feels... restless, to say the least. While at least two of his loved ones are typically accounted for within the dojo, the remaining three companions are another story. Sure, they can absolutely hold their own against whatever may come their way, but Kyojuro doesn't want it to come to that.
And if he can make sure to stave off a little bit of trouble, then surely that's all the better.
He visits Genya first, and then Muichiro, making sure both are accounted for and have everything they need. The former throws something at him and chases him out of the room which is only to be expected. At least he knows the boy is well!
Finally, he heads to Shinobu's room. He hesitates for just a moment. Some part of him worries that the time they spent together was a fluke, that Shinobu might have come to regret it. But he can't let that stop him. He has to prove that he is committed to whatever relationship they are forging.
So he does indeed knock. And when that doesn't feel like enough:]
( the timing is- a bit problematic, in a sense. not that she's upset about it. but he'd come as she was in the middle of changing... she doesn't mind this village's western sense of aesthetics, granted, but the nightgown is rather thin... and it isn't low cut but it's lower than she's used to.
(she likes mattresses very much though.)
shinobu pauses mid-brush of her hair, looking at the door.
when she opens it, she feels smaller than usual somehow- maybe it's the lack of hair pin and uniform for once. )
It's a bit late, though I can't say that I blame you with that chilling sky outside. Is something the matter?
[Almost immediately, Kyojuro's brows shoot to his hairline. His eyes, already so impressively wide by default, get all the wider. His mouth parts to say something, but he quickly finds that all words abandon him the moment he tries. Instead, he closes his mouth and -
Immediately slaps a hand over his eyes.]
My apologies! I merely wanted to check in before I went to sleep. Given the foreboding omen in the sky, it seemed only natural to ensure those that I cared for were still managing well!
[Yes he says all of this with a hand on his face. And yes his cheeks are incredibly bright the entire time.]
( shinobu chuckles a bit, knuckle to her lips for just a moment before she adjusts the sleeve of the gown slightly. it is an adjustment from kimonos, yes. but she hadn't expected such a reaction from him!
or maybe he likes western garb? hm. hmmmm~. )
No need for apologies. I feel better than before my arrival, and my room is quite comfortable.
( ... )
Though, I do hope you aren't planning on leaving without a good night kiss?
[He lowers his hand for a moment, only daring to look Shinobu in the eyes, and for a split second at that. Then he covers them again!]
O-of course not! That would be quite rude!
[Give him a second to fumble around blindly (and flinch if he even so much as brushes that garment), before he finds her hand. Then he bends down to press a very clumsy, uncoordinated kiss to the back of her hand.]
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( she remembers a cold room with only so much light. a futile struggle, the agony of breathing through shredded lungs and broken bones. she remembers poison formula after formula clicking into place why isn't anything working and condescending tears in an embrace that makes her skin crawl.
she remembers kanao's scream, and one last message.
she remembers her final breath, and the righteous, vicious hatred on her tongue til the last moment-
shinobu wakes up in a forest, staring at a night sky through tree leaves, laying alone with a sword she's certain she dropped nearby.
it hurts. she thinks, unceremoniously. she wanted to drag doma to hell herself when he got there- did some wellmeaning riverman steal that opportunity from her? but then, she supposes the afterlife shouldn't hurt unless it was hell. ... hell has more trees than she had expected.
after a long moment, she tries to stand, only to cough up blood- )
E...ven now...?
( honestly...
... ah, are those footsteps? she can't tell. she thinks so. friend? foe? or something else entirely? shinobu tries again to at least get to her feet, lungs heaving with each breath as she holds her sword weakly, vision blurring slightly. she thinks its the exhaustion.
only the one approaching will see that it's tears. )
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( how strange, to be the one in need of care rather than the caretaker. the clinic is well-maintained. the woman with white hair has an uncanny ability to find any movement and checks in regularly despite her lack of hearing, and she is kind. as is her helpers. it reminds her of kanae, almost.
she's not sure how tanjiro rests so politely anymore. it's maddening, simply resting. but... it is necessary. she can barely sit up.
and at least shes not alone; as the door opens, shinobu plasters on a sweet smile as usual. )
My! Did you come to visit me? I'm afraid I won't be a very good host like this.
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He is not expecting who he sees when he peeks in at the newest patient. ]
Kocho..?
[ Well. He was dead, he shouldn't be surprised she's here too, but he still... manages to get misty eyed as he moves properly into the room. ]
So you've ended up here as well...
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( muichiro? he's been so much more emotive lately, and yet the sight of tears in his eyes stuns her for a moment. shinobu stares, before smiling gently (sincerely) again, holding her hands out for a hug. )
Gentle, please, but come here. It's okay.
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Last I heard you had died fighting Upper Two... I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
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( though, with the crows having followed them into the infinity castle... he surely didn't need the confirmation. ... she holds him close, one hand on his head and the other around his shoulders. )
Fate's seen fit to grant me more time, however precarious. I can only hope that my gambit paid off, and that you've all seen victory.
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[ Hard to hear the exact updates when he was getting diced up, but he heard that Upper Two was gone from Upper One himself. He lets his eyes close, just taking comfort in that she was here, and even if this place was horrible that she'd get more time. ]
I... don't know if Muzan's dead or not. I died helping to take down Upper One.
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i.
[Kyojuro is at the edge of the woods when Kaname bursts through, his gravely warble immediately drawing the slayer from his thoughts. The way he moves is instinctive, falling into a sprint behind the crow as he circles back around and dives through the trees. His hands fall to his side, ready to unleash his blade the moment a threat appears.
But nothing comes.
Instead, he finds her, bleeding from the mouth, tears in her eyes. Through Muichiro, he knows that she met her end, but does cannot fathom the details. Seeing this display, the one thing he does know is that whatever came of Upper Two, perhaps it was not enough.
But his wrath can wait. His hands move from the blade to settle on her shoulders, holding her steady.]
Shinobu - [Formality is dropped for the sake of desperation. He kneels down, eyes sweeping across her form as he tries to understand how best to treat her injuries in the moment.] I am here. You are safe.
[He hopes those words reach her. He knows, by now, how alarming it must be to see a ghost like him. Not that they aren't all ghosts at this point.]
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( her voice is shaky, wavering in volume as she tries to smile. oh, how she missed him. even if they couldn't connect...
...
if he's there- it's okay to be weak, right? to fall apart for a while? she'd like to. oh, but, she still doesn't know where they are...
shinobu inhales slowly, almost laughing. )
Upper Two did quite a number on me, right...? Bastard.
... I've missed you. If this is the final thing I see, I don't mind it so much...
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For now, he tries to put her mind at ease, even as he tries to figure out a course of action.]
This is not hell. And I will not be the last thing you see. Things here are incredibly complicated, but we are alive. You and I both. And I intend to keep it that way.
[As he speaks, his fingers move. They glide down her arms, searching for any breaks or tension. If she's on her feet, she should have enough strength to hold herself up if he carries her on his back, right?
He twists around and motions for her to climb up.]
There is a clinic not far from here. The healers were able to do a great deal for me when I was recovering. They will put you right. And as they do, I can explain all you need to know.
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It's largely my torso and lungs that have been wounded. I've lost a lot of blood, which is why it's hard for me to stand...
( but if it isn't hell... and if he knows she had died (how did he know? ... other than the obvious wounds.) then- oh, her head hurts. but she can still receive and retain information.
there's a clinic, which means either a fortress or a community. whatever this second chance is, she must be ready- she must heal and get stronger, so this pathetic display cannot ever happen again. )
... Yes, I'll listen. Tell me everything you can.
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Then allow me to do the bulk of the work, my friend.
[He stands, careful to make sure that she's steady and stable, before marching off.]
You are in a place called Aldric's Grove. Contrary to what the both of us believed upon waking up, we are not dead, and this is not the afterlife. I know this, as my brother and young Shinazugawa are also here and perfectly fine. [And surely both of them are fine! ... Right?] Tokito has also arrived - [Weird that he's not included among the living...] - along with one other.
[Not this again...]
That said, we are not outside of danger. There is an entity within the Forest that seeks to torment us. I have seen his trickery first hand several times now. Thankfully, its malevolence seems to have come to a pause, with the colder months. [He is diligent in his report as he marches, reciting it just as he might have to the Master. Only now does he hesitate:] We... were called here for a reason. And in time, I will gladly explain it. But perhaps the basics will suffice until you are in better shape!
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the bloody one :)
if her vision holds, the first thing she'll see is the golden glow of kanji-etched eyes, but the silhouette they belong to remains a respectable distance from her. the blood that his gaze still perceives as bright, burning red even in the night air is as tempting as any, but he would never allow himself to consider indulging in it -- although he is suddenly very grateful that kyojuro all but forcefed him recently.
given the sword, the tattered uniform with its gold buttons, akaza doubts the newcomer will be amenable to his presence. nonetheless, he keeps away and raises his hands, palms out, an attempt at a placating gesture.]
I don't want a fight -- and you need a healer.
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( kanji in the eyes is all she needs to know, but... focus. focus, shinobu, you have to-- with an inhale, her vision clears, and she glares darkly for a split second, killing intent screaming not unlike a hive of wasps.
upper two.
she knows what he's done. ...
she smiles oh so sweetly. )
My, my! So I do, but I'm not so sure I believe that. Are you not the demon who killed the Flame Hashira...? Or am I mistaken?
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how funny and sad, to go from centuries of seeking out battle, only to be at a loss for how to avoid a confrontation, now.]
You're right, I am. He's here, if you'd allow me to take you to him. I'm sure his word will mean a hell of a lot more to you than mine.
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off a cliff.shinobu's smile tightens as she tilts her head slightly. )Ah, I assumed this was Hell, if the likes of you and I are here... I would appreciate it if you wouldn't lie to me, Mister Upper Three.
( she can't keep the posturing up, though- another wet, bloody cough wracks through her body, sending her stumbling- not now, not in front of a demon-!! )
Damn it-
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Post talking to kyo about Douma
He's been able to tell Shinobu has been struggling with things involving Kyojuro and his relationship with Akaza, which he certainly can't blame her for- but it seems like it's getting worse somehow. He can't be sure why or what happens behind closed doors, but... he figures he can help in small ways.
So a knock comes to her door. ]
Miss Kocho?
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the voice gets her to move.
after a moment, she finally gets off of the bed she'd been flopped across unceremoniously, straightens out her hair and walks to the door. )
Muichiro. Is something the matter, dear?
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[ indeed, he is holding a little tray with cups and sugar and whatever else they might need ]
You've seemed stressed so I thought it might help.
[ Stressed is putting it mildly he thinks, not that most would be able to tell as much. He won't pry- partly because he thinks he knows and can't really do anything about the issue ]
I couldn't remember exactly what kind you like. Is chamomile okay?
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I appreciate it. It's been... an adjustment period. Forgive me if I'm not willing to elaborate further, though.
( she has a small table and the fluffiest looking bed. it's a lovely if not foreign room, and she's been converted to mattresses, honestly. )
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It's fine.
[ He enters the room, a little lost for what to do. He almost just sits right on the floor, but opts to sit the tray on the table first ]
There's a lot to adjust to. I'm not used to much of it yet either.
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Before all hell breaks loose.
And if he can make sure to stave off a little bit of trouble, then surely that's all the better.
He visits Genya first, and then Muichiro, making sure both are accounted for and have everything they need. The former throws something at him and chases him out of the room which is only to be expected. At least he knows the boy is well!
Finally, he heads to Shinobu's room. He hesitates for just a moment. Some part of him worries that the time they spent together was a fluke, that Shinobu might have come to regret it. But he can't let that stop him. He has to prove that he is committed to whatever relationship they are forging.
So he does indeed knock. And when that doesn't feel like enough:]
Shinobu! It is Rengoku! I have come to check in!
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(she likes mattresses very much though.)
shinobu pauses mid-brush of her hair, looking at the door.
when she opens it, she feels smaller than usual somehow- maybe it's the lack of hair pin and uniform for once. )
It's a bit late, though I can't say that I blame you with that chilling sky outside. Is something the matter?
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Immediately slaps a hand over his eyes.]
My apologies! I merely wanted to check in before I went to sleep. Given the foreboding omen in the sky, it seemed only natural to ensure those that I cared for were still managing well!
[Yes he says all of this with a hand on his face. And yes his cheeks are incredibly bright the entire time.]
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( shinobu chuckles a bit, knuckle to her lips for just a moment before she adjusts the sleeve of the gown slightly. it is an adjustment from kimonos, yes. but she hadn't expected such a reaction from him!
or maybe he likes western garb? hm. hmmmm~. )
No need for apologies. I feel better than before my arrival, and my room is quite comfortable.
( ... )
Though, I do hope you aren't planning on leaving without a good night kiss?
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[He lowers his hand for a moment, only daring to look Shinobu in the eyes, and for a split second at that. Then he covers them again!]
O-of course not! That would be quite rude!
[Give him a second to fumble around blindly (and flinch if he even so much as brushes that garment), before he finds her hand. Then he bends down to press a very clumsy, uncoordinated kiss to the back of her hand.]
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probably a good place to slap an nsfw tag on this OOP
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