Instead , she grips his hands in her own and leans back on her ankles , leaving it to him to keep her from falling .
" What've you been doing while I was gone ? I bet you cried . "
" Don't mess up my makeup , Choso . This colour is pretty on me , isn't it ? "
The rose shade glossed over her eyelids is no different to what she usually wears , but even the mention of it is a convenient diversion for her to slip her face out of his hold .
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With all the time that’s passed that cold touch feels both foreign and familiar. He mirrors the gesture, calloused fingers touching either side of Mahito’s face.
“Hm… it’s good to see you again.”