[ Oh, you. Haruka's not sure if she's cracking up from absurdity or fondness, but she can't help but smile as she cups Michiru's head in her hand. Compliments aren't really necessary right now, are they.
She starts trying to sit up. Those lips deserve something nice after what just happened. Maybe, if she goes slowly, she'll be able to reach them sooner or later... ]
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She starts trying to sit up. Those lips deserve something nice after what just happened. Maybe, if she goes slowly, she'll be able to reach them sooner or later... ]