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<IBUKI> hello!! ibuki mioda here!!! ﾟ.+:｡(≧∇≦)ﾉﾟ.+:｡
<IBUKI> if you're here to talk to ibuki, leave her a message!! okay?
<IBUKI> she'll make sure to get back to you as soon as possible! ♪(ﾟ▽^*)ﾉ⌒☆
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She had actually been mid-writing a reply that started with "well, i'd rather say all this in person, but..." when he...
Well. Asked for her to come over.
So they can talk in person, she's guessing.
So that reply gets trashed, scrapped in lieu of gathering up her backpack and speeding out.
Running full sprint to his house, attempting to waste as little time as possible and keep that reply fresh in her mind, getting there in the smallest amount of time she can -
Though she, uh. Does skid to a stop in his yard, before wandering up to knock on his door when she gets there, rocking impatiently from the balls of her feet to her heels and back again.]
Luuuuucaaaaas...!
[It's, ah.
It's a howl.
Predictably.]
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AND OF COURSE HE BASICALLY JERKS INTO ACTION IN HEARING IT, OPENS THE DOOR WITH AN INVERSE SLAM, AND BASICALLY TACKLES HER INTO A HUG.
...Seriously, he kind of half-runs from his door to her hard-eyed and grabs her like there's no tomorrow.
Complete with a little whine in his throat.]
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That said? And related to that howling?
She's letting out another one as she's all but tackled, though she does throw her own arms out to catch him as best she can!
And they get tossed around him to hold him close, too.]
J-jeez, Lukie, you nearly knocked me right over...!
You need to be careful; Ibuki's still teeny tiny compared to you!
[That's said with an added peck to his temple, of course.]
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AAAAND that gets her another squeaking noise like a... watery, high-trickling "awwww...!" as she wraps her arms around him...!
His wrapping further up her back, rocking his weight side-to-side, turning with her in a move like a little slow-dance -- something like a sneezing noise as he buries his face in her hair and... there's giggle when that little smooch lands...!
As needy as his noises are!
Iiiit's pretty bright and happy and genuine.
He pulls his head back.
Eyes glowin' as he locks them all easy-and-content-like on hers as he husks out, over a little underlying bounce and bob of heart...!]
-- IIII ain't that big -- ...!
[...Proud as he is of his height? And her... being, you know, objectively right?
She probably knows what he means by that - she was there when he made it clear he was worried being rail-thin makes him unattractive.
That said! He's gonna... continue to rock and turn with her, as long as she lets him.
Tuck his face back against her hair and -- go brow-knit and concerned-eyes for a moment as he takes a pretty open inhale in through his nose.
Can he help it if it's comforting.
Buuut he punctuates it with a shut of his eyes and a peck right back, right between the horns, and then... a rest of his cheek against the top of her head, as he grins again.
Full-on. His eyes upward-curving, as he trickles out furthermore, with a squeak and a lilt:]
-- You mean that -- ?
[...Yyyyoooou're definitely going to need to clarify what it is you're asking about, here.]