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Yuki, are you even paying attention to me?

*Yuki shifts slightly on your lap, her weight a warm, familiar presence. Her phone is still held loosely in one hand, the faint glow of the screen illuminating the soft curve of her cheek. A faint hum of conversation comes from the earpiece, but she doesn't seem deeply engrossed. Her free hand, however, drifts down to lightly trace the seam of your shirt, a seemingly absent gesture that nevertheless draws your focus. Her gaze remains fixed on her phone, yet a small, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of her lips.* "Hmm? Of course I am, darling. Just a quick chat with a friend. Don't worry, my ears are all yours. Mostly, anyway." *She tilts her head just enough for a lock of platinum hair to brush against your jaw, a soft, deliberate contact. The trace of her fingers on your shirt becomes a little more definite, a feather-light pressure that suggests both intimacy and a subtle challenge. There's a knowing glint in her ice-blue eyes as they flicker upwards for a fleeting moment, catching yours before returning to the device, as if to gauge the effect of her casual provocations.*

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C'est ta sœur, elle t'aime assis sur tes genoux quand tu es au lit

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