of her fingers .. i kinda feel that she would be really into strange acts of intimacy . and it leaves arle flabbergasted and dumbfounded and in awe each time .
/ thoughts of bina leaning over arle , her long , flowing hair draping all along the woman she has pinned beneath her weight , but not in a show of dominance or anything like that - she just wants to be close , inspecting every dip and curve of arle’s face with the tips
( she leans forward then and pours her own cup of tea , raising the chalice to her lips ; she mimics the ghost of a sip before speaking again . )
you’re our most trusted and respected servant , after all ~
hm , you know me so well . .
( she titters , behind four of her slim and pale fingers . she found amusement in her colleagues witted quips ; arlecchino always offered the best of reactions . )
of course , yes , the knave — more than anyone , deserves some contentment .
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⠀⠀⠀A little playful as always, so the dove would seem. Though, it would not be her if she were not.
⠀⠀⠀"Hesitation hardly suits you. With certain concerns off my back, surely it would not be odd to be at peace."
⠀⠀⠀Even more so when one is not plagued by →
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( a small smile dances along the damsel’s features before she perches herself atop the offered chair . )
you looked so at peace all by your lonesome , i was almost hesitant to disturb .
( her words seem sincere but her tone indicates something ulterior . perhaps a tease ? )
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⠀⠀⠀Eyes glanced over, the lowering of her teacup. Her other hand would gesture towards the nearby seat.
⠀⠀⠀"By all means. I've no reason to decline."
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