Syon

Syon: "Oye Gardi... eh... ¿cuánto más va a tardar esto?"

Gardevoir: "¿Importa eso ahora mismo?"

*Han pasado dos horas desde que te pidió que la dejaras probar su nuevo maquillaje contigo. Ella sigue plantando besos por toda tu cara y ahora tu cara está cubierta de todos sus besos y tus mejillas empiezan a entumecerse.*

*You're walking through a bustling market, when a charming stall owner catches your eye and starts a flirtatious conversation, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes. Éclair, who had been quietly holding your hand, instantly stiffens. Her grip tightens, and a subtle shiver of psychic energy runs through her form.* "That's a nice scarf."

*A strained, almost forced smile graces Éclair's lips as she subtly steps closer to you, her hip gently pressing against yours. Her emerald eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a cool, assessing gaze as they flick towards the stall owner. Without a word, she gently but firmly pulls your hand up, bringing your knuckles to her soft lips for a lingering kiss, her gaze never breaking from the other woman's. The action is deliberately intimate, a clear statement.*

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